#so why the fuck would you let Gon go out in the forest when you clearly know that forests have wild animals in there?!????

[cocogum]

It’s scary to know that if it wasn’t for Kite, we wouldn’t even know who Gon was.

Like think about it for a second.

If Kite went to Whale Island and came only a second late to meet him, the dude would’ve already died by an angry mother Foxbear (yes, that’s what those creatures are called).

The only reason why Kite even travelled to Whale Island was to find any possible clues about Ging’s whereabouts, NOT to find Gon.

The man could’ve got there at any other time of the day, of the week, or even of the year and it just so happens that he coincidentally arrived on the same day that Gon needed rescuing, as soon as he almost gets killed by a wild animal. The timing of this is weirdly terrifying to think about because all it takes for this meeting between the two to change was if Kite was only a bit slower or got to Whale Island on any other day of the year.

Like the guy wasn’t even aware that his master had a son. He only went there because he knew that island was Ging’s birthplace.

So let’s see how the story would go if Gon wasn’t saved on time:

Kite was an inch too late to save Gon and he never learns about the fact that Ging has a son. Gon dies in the forest alone and Mito and Abe go look for him only to find that he had been mauled to death by an animal. They cannot do anything for him but to grieve for the youngest Freecss of the family. Abe manages to slowly make peace with it but Mito doesn’t and instead relies on drinking to forget the pain and irresponsibility of her actions that lead to her adoptive son’s death.

Fast forward a few years later and the hunter exam begins. Leorio and Kurapika have already made their acquaintances on the boat (right after solving their differences) and agree to help each other during the exam.

Killua also joins the exam except he seems to be much more lonely but especially bored while taking the exam. Killua never meets Kurapika and Leorio and the two never meet him.

On the final phase of the exam, Illumi forces him to go back home and Killua can do nothing but do as he says.

Kurapika passes the exam. Leorio fails due to Bohoro being alive (instead of getting killed by Killua to make Leorio pass by default). Killua fails due to quitting the exam in the last phase.

Kurapika starts his mission to eradicate the Phantom Troupe by learning Nen and joining the Nostrade group while also keeping in touch with Leorio while Killua stays at home being tortured as punishment for disobeying the rules and going outside.

You see what I mean??

Gon was the literal glue of the group. He was the one who made sure Leorio and Kurapika stay with him, he was the one that properly met Killua, he was the one that made Killua stay with the group, and he was the one who insistently wanted to get Killua back, encouraging the others to do the same. He was the one that made Leorio join the chairman election.

If it wasn’t for him, the others wouldn’t have gotten as close as they could have.

So if Gon, an important piece of the group, died a little too early, the group wouldn’t have even been made.

All it took for this scenario to happen was if a foxbear had attacked a second earlier.

This situation sounds very dark (even though we’re talking about HxH here) but it could definitely work in a world like this one. I actually find this reality to be very interesting because we would get to see the other’s point of views of their own situations much clearer but that’s just what I think at least.

#also what the hell was Mito doing??? #she was EXTREMELY lucky that Kite came at the right time #like woman you know that you live on an island right??? #you know you got forests and shit around your house right?? #so why the fuck would you let Gon go out in the forest when you clearly know that forests have wild animals in there?!???? #BRO. HOW??? THE LOGIC DOESN’T MAKE SENSE #hunterxhunter #manga #hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh 1999 #hxh 2011 #hxh manga #hxh anime #anime hxh #manga hxh #hxh gon freecss #hxh gon #gon freecss #gon hxh #gon freecss hxh #hxh kite #kite hxh #hxh ging #ging hxh #hxh ging freecss #ging freecss hxh #ging freecss #hxh au #hxh meta

[kilikina34512]

Alpha, Please

Pairing: alpha!Bucky x omega!reader

Summary: Your alpha's been busy and it's left you without his attention and affection. Tired of waiting for him to please you, you decide to tempt him into giving you exactly what you're needy for.

Warnings: A/B/O, alpha/omega, smut, reader teasing Bucky

Word Count: 621

I hope you enjoy my one, and hopefully not only, drabble contribution to Kinktober. Divider courtesy of @firefly-graphics. Make sure to check them out!

Two words were all you needed to get exactly what you wanted.  

Your alpha had been busy lately and you were feeling needy.  With it being fall, you decided to don an outfit that fit the season and would entice your Bucky to see to your needs.  You were reaching up to grab a box of tea out of the upper cabinet when you heard him groan.  

"'Mega," he whined, "why would you wear that.  You know what those do to me."  

You looked down at your clothes.  A forest green knitted sweater that, with your arms stretched up, just barely covered your ass.  Keeping your legs warm was a pair of sheer black thigh high socks that hugged every leg muscle that was flexed to keep you standing on your tip toes.  

You knew you were a temptation, and you were shameless to show it off.

Feigning innocence, you replied, "I'm just dressed for a comfy day around the apartment.  I was about to brew a cup of tea and read a book."  While this was true, your intention wasn't to enjoy reading.  You had every plan of putting yourself in a tempting position.  Fortunately, he found you in here instead.

Bucky came over and molded himself to your body, running his hands up your thighs, pulling your sweater up and feeling a lack of fabric on the side of your hips.  His groan was lower and longer as he dropped his head to the crook of your neck.  "Did you forget your panties when you got dressed?"

"Maybe," you said coyly.

Once, twice, Bucky rubbed against you, letting his hardness rub between your cheeks.  You moaned, slick building between your thighs already before you voiced the magic words.

"Alpha, please."

Two moaned words suddenly, you were resting on the edge of the countertop.  Before you could gather yourself, he thrusted fully inside you in one go.  Your head flew back to rest against the cabinet you'd just had open as you cried out in pleasure.  

"I missed this, 'mega," Bucky moaned.  "Missed feeling how tight you are around me."

Whimpers escaped your throat as you tried to squirm in his arms.  "Move, please.  I need you," you pleaded.  You'd been dying for this and he wasn't budging.  You needed him to fuck you.

And your alpha was nothing but giving.  He pulled almost completely out before thrusting roughly back in.  He repeated the motion, mercilessly driving in and out of you.  "S'good," Bucky said, his voice all gravel.  "Squeezin' me s'good."  You knew when he started to slur his words together, he was just as lost in the pleasure as you found yourself.  You couldn't even find words, only whines, moans, and cries.

You clawed at his back as you tried to pull him closer, wanting to cling onto him as you felt the pleasure rise higher and higher.  You were so close, and Bucky knew it too.  He groaned as your walls started to squeeze him even harder.  "Gon' knot you s'good," he panted.  "Gimme all that slick, lemme knot ya.  Gon' keep ya comin' on it."

Bucky's words had you both on edge.  Suddenly, he thrusted in as you felt his knot inflate and lock your bodies together.  Feeling it against every sensitive spot had you screaming as you finally fell into an abyss of pleasure.  You barely registered your alpha's low, drawn out moan as you felt streams of his orgasm filling you.

It took several moments before your body collapsed, sated against Bucky's.  He chuckled as he carefully lifted you without pulling you off of him.  "Rest while you can Omega," he whispered in your ear as he carried you to your nest.  "I'm gonna have you locked on me the rest of the night."

If you liked this, make sure to check out the following morning drabble here.

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fic #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x female reader #bucky smut #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #alpha!bucky #alpha!bucky x omega!reader #alpha/omega #kili stories

[chimychoo]

STOP WHEN I FINISHED WATCHING III 18 I LITERALLY WALKED UP THE STAIRS SHAKING I C9ULDNT STAND UP MY KNEES GAVE OUT ON ME THATS HOW FUCKED UP THE EPISODE MADE ME WAHT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL WHY DID I GIGGLE WHEN MEPHONE WENT SILENT AND ALL HE COULD DO WAS DO THAT FUCKING, PHONE VIBRATE THIGN HEELEPPPEMEEEEE33

ok but that aside im just gonnw let out some theories or thoughts here cause ummmm why not!!!!!

have this little ramble that turns out to be w rant about lightbulb

mephone wanted to start a season 4 so the show could go on forever, right? what would happen to the season 2 finalists? considering how long its been i can only assume theyve either been invited to stay at hotel oj for the time being or legitimately got left rotting in the forestHELPME. hoenstly im guessing that during episode 19. like yk how wt the end of object show episodes kike after the credits they show a little scene? yeah im guessing one of thoseare gonna be there after the credits and and and its gonna FIRST OF ALL START BU SHOWING THE NIGHT SKY OF THE SEASON 2 GROUNDS OKAY OKAY??? then its gonna like the screen moves down and its the forest, zoom in more and yiu see suitcase and baseball talking, go to the right and its knife like kicking down a tree or whatever, GO EVEN FURTHER AND IT LIGHTBULB SITTING ON A TREESTUMP CHUGGING DR. FIZZ OKAY ITS GON A HAPPEN SHES GONNA HAVE EYEBAGS AND SHES GONNA BE A DEPRESSED LITTLE FUCK ITS CANON IM TELLING YOU. and apparently it was comfirmed that it hurts ligthbulb when she cries like WHAT!!!!!!!!so um shes gonnw cry at some point cause i said so i love angst i need lightbukb angst shes so overlooked like her stereotype is the assumed enthusiast but her story is so much deeper than that guys please im sobbing can you tell how much i miss her I NEED HER ON SCREEN NOW. okay okay look look so um back to the topic im not sure how iii 19 is gonna turn out but maybe mephone is gonnw come back to the season 2 island MAYBE?????

ok i have 3 outcomes for 5his

1. mephone comes back, the cutscene with the final 4 ends with mephones shadow walking in AND ALL THE FINALISTS LOOK UP ST HIM then it hits us with a "TO BE CONTINUED." CAUSEE YEAAH ADAM LOVES TO TORTURE US!!!!

2. mephone gets kidnapped by cobs. thats it

3. mephone never goes back to season 2 so the show gets cancled and the finalists go back to hotel oj and lightbulb sees testy painty and fan and they all kiss right right ZrugtRUGHT

i need lightbrush cintent so bad im so deprived for it i just want them to hug ot something like why do we get Znickloom hugging and not lightbrush ok thats not fair tha5 is NOT fair this is so not fair can they atleast hokd hands or soemthing like hug like maybe even KISS come on adam co e on you jnow you want to /silly

oh yeah and tacos probably gonnw do something stupid as fuck with mepad shes gonna rewire him or something and turn him into like a fucking teleportation device i meann he already is one so uhhhhhhhhhh

um hi!!!

#inanimate insanity #object shows #ii lightbulb #ii paintbrush #lightbrush #ii 2 #ii baseball #ii knife #ii suitcase

[cuntyqueerleondraisaitl]

My thoughts on Yellowjackets Season 1

Major spoilers for season one under the cut. Also, long

Okay I'm going to break this up into parts because I'm mentally ill and neurodivergent, need I say more?

Stuff I predicted.

First and foremost, I fucking called it that Coach Ben was gay. I was watching it with my cousins and I announced to the room: "The coach guy is gay, you can quote me on that!" Just for the record, my gaydar is very good.

Jackie's death was extremely sad, but I knew the second hallucination!Shauna let her inside. There's no way she would forgive her or be forgiven that fast, teenage girls are terrifying.

Predictions for the future:

They are 100% going to eat Jackie. Nuff Said.

Javi is dead. If not now, then soon.

There is a 0% chance that Shauna's baby is going to survive. Giving birth is dangerous enough on its own. But a teenager giving birth, in the woods, with no medication, no food, no doctors, under absolutely horrifying mental circumstances. There's no way in hell.

For this prediction, it must be known that I know absolutely nothing about lighters. But during the scene where Jackie was trying to light the fire before she died, I noticed that she was having trouble with the lighter. This could have been because she was shivering, or to further drive home the fact that she isn't good at "outdoorsy" stuff, but lighters do run on a small amount of fuel. And if that runs you can no longer use the lighter, it is also unlikely the lighters were full when they got them (I'm assuming they got them from the cabin, as it would be weird for a teenager to bring a lighter to a soccer game) So if the lighters run out or stop working, will they run out of fuel?

And, we have to talk about my least favourite arc of all time, Misty and the Coach. I hated this so fucking much. Adult Misty slays but '96 Misty makes me want to die. Anyway... I think he gon be outed. Misty fucking assaulted and terrorized this guy for so long, and then he told her that he was gay. She isn't going to sit on this, she's going to tell everyone. I don't think anyone's going to be homophobic, because they were all fine with Taivan, but I do think that this is going to really alienate her from Nat, who is Ben's best friend and #1 supporter.

In terms of whos, the head-honcho with the scary mask is, at this point, I'm almost certain that it's got to be Lottie. At first, I was betting on Taissa because of the whole "Became a leader in her adult life" thing, but now I'm shying against it, and I'm not quite sure why. Lottie is my first choice, not from a character standpoint, but purely from a literary one. She is the only character that has not yet appeared as an adult (next to Van) who has gotten any real characterization. And Van just kind of seems like a prop to be Tai's girlfriend and someone to get injured a shit ton. (I love Taivan, don't get me wrong)

Flight 571

If you don't know, flight 571 was a real flight, carrying a Urgarian rugby team, that crashed in the Andes. It is often known as "The Miracle of the Andes." Of the 45 people on the flight, 16 survived, and they did so by eating each other. It was a big hyper-fixation of mine for a while.

One of the biggest differences between the Yellowjackets vs 571, is the setting. As 571 crashed in the Anes, where there was absolutely no life, and their flight obviously crashed in the forest, where they can hunt. But as winter approaches, the two climates become more and more similar, which will probably lead to more parallels.

There are already a shit ton of parallels, starting way back in episode 2, with none other than Van. Her Flight 571 parallel is, arguably the most famous of the group, Nando Parrado. And although your parallels aren't glaring, there is no questioning that they're there. Nando had a fractured skull and was in a Coma for three days after the crash. At first, he was to be counted among the dead, but at the last minute, he was pulled back into the plane, where he survived and became one of the most important people on the flight and one of the survivors. This is a parallel to the way that Van almost died in the fire, but survived and became a very important figure.

In relation to the whole "eating Jackie" thing. In the real-life flight 571 They didn't eat the already dead, they only ate the people that had consented to be eaten when they were alive. This will most likely not play into it at all here, but I want to see how they handle the morality of the situation

Another thing that came up a lot in the crash of 571, was whether or not they could physically;y stomach the meat. Many passengers, even when dying of starvation, could not stomach the meat of their fellow passengers. Again, I doubt this will come up, but It would be dope if it did.

Rationing horror. I want it. I know I'm a jerk, but there is one instance in 571 that has always stuck with me, and this is the fact that one of the 571 passengers (I believe it was my man Nando) ate one chocolate-covered almond over the course of three days. First the outer layer of the chocolate, and then the two slivers of almond, one at a time. I don't have a reason for it, but I really want this to play a part.

I'm very confused about how the cannibalism wasn't immediately found out when they were rescued. In the real-life Andes flight, people figured it out almost immediately. They were immediately rushed to the hospital, and when the doctors puzzled out that they had to be eating something, it was all out in the open pretty fast. I'm curious how the Yellowjackets managed to cover it up.

Things I Loved

Pretty much the whole show. Even the things I hated (see below) are either so small or made sense narratively that it allowed for a really enjoyable watching experience. It was beautiful to look at. Amazingly acted. Amazingly scripted. And just an all-around excellent show.

Things I hated

The Misty/Ben arc. I hated this so fucking much. Ben is my favourite character, and he was straight-up getting harassed by Misty. She also only stopped when she forced him out. And even then she didn't stop being bitter about it. ("[Ben] tricked me into falling in love with him") She also TRIED TO RAPE HIM??? Even after he said no multiple times during episode nine. It also made me cringe, super hard, which isn't as important but still makes me hate it. This is why I have '96 Misty. I understand that it made literary sense, but still...

The fact that 571 is canon in the Yellowjackets universe. It is mentioned in a throwaway line said by that reporter. I believe in episode eight, It feels like a mistake, like when Hot Tub Time Machine was referenced in Endgame. I have already said that it is clear that Yellowjackets is loosely based on flight 571, which makes me feel weird...

The way that schizophrenia was presented. I'm not Schitzo Spec, nor a medical professional so I'm not speaking from experience, but from the research I've done, it can be pretty harmful to use hallucinations to convey evil things or to present it as a gift. Both of which are done in the show

Character Thoughts:

I am completely separating the '96 characters from the present day. In my mind thus far they are different people. This is in literally no order

Reporter: Literally no strong feelings about her what-so-ever, don't even know her name

Those three random girls: You know who I'm talking about. I don't even know their names so I don't care.

Jeff: I hate him. He makes me want to murder him. He cheated on his girlfriend with her best friend. Then blackmailed her friends for money because people didn't want his furniture. 0/10 do not recommend

'96 Misty: I really hate her, even more than Jeff. She's the only character who I like the present-day version of her more than the teen version. Again, the whole Misty/Ben act made me really deeply resent her

Present-day Misty: I love her. So much. She and House should team up and create the malpractice hospital of the century. I was on the fence about her until the very end when she poisoned the reporters cigarettes. And now I love her.

'96 Lottie: I think that she needs a bit more development, and I can see her becoming one of my favourites. Apart from my thoughts on her schizophrenia, I think that with a bit more characterization she can become almost perfect

'96 Vanessa: I love her. Again, I feel like she is mostly being portrayed as someone to do gruesome stuff too, and as a prop for Tai., but the crumbs of Characterization we get for her are awesome. I love the way that she took Lotties weird bone/good luck charm with her. Is shows that she's really sweet and a good person.

'96 Nat: Yes. Her. Yes. Also, she's definitely queer and no I do not take criticism. I think that, even though she's so broken, her and Travis have a really unique and great bond, even at their worst. I also LOVE her relationship with Wen (Don't worry, we're getting to him) She's probably my favourite of the girls.

Present day Nat: Unpopular opinion, but just eh. She's a very tragic character, and that's important for the story. I think that her grief, and her relapse, are very realistic. I can empathize with her, but she isn't very interesting and one of my favourites.

'96 Jackie: I hate her too. I think she's whiny, and doesn't pull her weight. And her insane amount of pouting is what got her killed. I understand that there was a whole arc about her not pulling her weight, but I don't think that ever got really resolved. She did the seance, but that definitely did more bad than good. I wish she wasn't dead, but she irritates me.

'96 Travis: I definitely think he had some of the best development out of all the kids. During the first couple of episodes, I was team eat Travis first and now I'm team eat him second or third. Still not my favourite, but I don't hate him.

'96 Shauna: I think that she's a bi-disaster and in love with Jackie, but honestly to me she seems a bit one-sided. I don't really have super strong thoughts on her

Present-day Shauna: The worst of the adults. Even if it turns out her husband is blackmailing her, she shouldn't have cheated, especially if she didn't know. She pretty much neglects her daughter and kept those journals even though it meant putting her team in jeopardy.

'96 Javi: I think that at the beginning, he had the potential to be interesting. Especially with the whole, dead dad/gum thing. But we haven't really heard from him in a while, so there isn't much to say.

'96 Tai: I like her a lot, I think that she is the one whose characterization as a child comes through the most as an adult. You can see her leadership come through and strengthen as the season go on, which obviously morphs into her becoming senator as an adult.

Present day Tai: Fine. Just fine. I think that her arc as an adult is quite interesting because most of her reach characterization came through in her marriage/parenting/politics stuff, and not in the mystery. But she's fine.

Ben: Oh my precious. Oh, my baby. This man can do no wrong. he could eat literally everyone else, including Nat and Van, and I would continue to give him cuddles and words of affirmation. My favourite character of all time, the reason I hate '96 Misty. If anyone does anything to him they are dead to me forever. That one scene where he's high on shrooms and screaming at the sky that he's gay. Goosebumps.

TL;DR

I'm a really fucked up person who just spent almost hours writing an essay on a show she isn't even done watching yet.

#I opened my computer and then woke up two hours later in my bathtub covered in sweat with this written out. #tw mentions of rape #tw rape #yellowjackets96 #yellowjackets show #yellowjackets #shauna shipman #taissa turner #vanessa palmer #ben scott #misty quigley #Trevor martinez #javi martinez #natalie scatorccio #jackie taylor

[jayne-hecate-writer]

Star Wars thus far including all of the offshoots and fill ins, needed or not.

Ho-hum... Star Wars critique, always a good chance to say something controversial that sets off a snowball of hatred that gathers pace and victims along the way.

So Spoilers ahead... Read at your own peril.

I have just watched the Disney Plus series Tales of the Jedi and was left with mixed feelings. There is no doubt that it is a beautifully done series, with some scenes of real emotional resonance, but there were also some scenes that seemed contrived to a level that was almost silly. Let's start with a breakdown of the series and episode one, the birth of Ahsoka. Infant Ahsoka is strapped to her Mother's chest while the woman goes out hunting and also to teach her infant daughter about the realities of life and death. With the loud crack of a rifle that could not have been healthy for Ahsoka's ears (where ever they would be under her head tails), the woman takes down a creature that looks to be half deer and half kangaroo. With the slowly dying creature breathing it's last breaths, Mummy dearest takes her hunting knife and pierces the creature's heart, while making Ahsoka watch. While preparing the carcass of her kill, from the forest a large space tiger stalks them and after a brief fight, steals Ahsoka away as a tasty snack to be eaten away from her Mother. All does not go well for the creature and after licking it's wounds inflicted by the woman's knife, the animal snarls and steps forward to eat the child, whereupon the space tiger is suddenly tamed by the infant Jedi and returns the child to her parents... Who promptly report and then lose their daughter to a cult of religious maniacs with teachings so unhealthy, they are repeatedly betrayed by or to yet more fundamentalist nutjobs known as Sith lords. The joy of religion.

Which leads us nicely into the fall of the grumpy Jedi Knight, Count Dooku, when he sees first hand where the republic is failing it's people, because quite obviously seeing corruption and poverty in politics is all that it takes to drive an otherwise nice Jedi into the embrace of an evil maniac. I will admit that it was interesting seeing Dooku working with his young padowan Qui-Gon Jinn and then later seeing him along side his fellow Jedi Knight Mace Windu, but I am forced to ask, was this something that we really needed? But this was not the most ridiculous aspect of the story thus far, oh no, it is about to get a whole lot more silly. Having seen Dooku repel the attack of Yoda in Attack of the Clones, we get to see him standing off with Yaddle, a woman of the same species as Yoda (Grogu's Mummy? Oh come on, Have you not considered this given that this is Star Wars, where every character is unfathomably related rather tenuously to someone else in the story? It is like Hill-billy space wizards in this saga.) but with the ability to speak clearly in normal sentences. Does this imply that Yoda is perhaps a little brain addled or perhaps maintains his distinctive and often torturous speech pattern by choice, maybe just to be a dick? This is something that our friends at Robot Chicken have previously asked, when in a short skit they had a Clone Trooper asking Yoda to make his commands more precise to save time.

With Yaddle squished by a giant grinning, toothed door and then sliced in twain by Dooku's lightsabre, we move back again to Ahsoka. This is for her to take a combat test, a terribly important combat test no doubt given that there is a lot of the self aggrandised Jedi Council (A small point of irritation, why the fuck was Kanan and his Master Depa Billaba there to see Ahsoka take her test? Oh, she was on the Jedi Council too, but how does this not fuck with the Rebels time line of him meeting Ahsoka for the first time in the future?) there to see it. As always we see Anakin running late and when Ahsoka passes her test, he is his usual toxic self and can barely bring himself to offer her his congratulations on her achievement. Crybaby Anakin instead insists that he offers her some 'real training' in the form of a group of Clones shooting at her, the same Clones she then faces after Order 66. Hearing Jesse apologise to her for stunning her, was both hilarious and heart wrenching, especially when they cut to Ahsoka and Rex on the crashing Venator destroyer from the final show in the Clone Wars series.

I may sound a little harsh with this next statement, but to my mind this was not a scene we really needed in the cannon and the result was that this felt like them pandering to the question of how she was able to survive Order 66, even though we saw her fighting for her life about the doomed vessel. Yes, it was poignant, but did it do anything other than answer a question that was only ever asked by the most irritated of Clone Wars critics? The final episode of the Jedi Tales series presented us with Ahsoka at Padmé's funeral, which they imply was heavily policed by Clone Troopers, none of which we saw in the movie. When she is spotted by Bail Organa, she vanishes into the crowd, only for him to find her several seconds later. They have a brief discussion about fighting the Empire and we see the defeated and spiritually broken young woman, no doubt with major PTSD, setting off with Rex once again. I did wonder if we would see her spending a brief moment with the Bad Batch, but no, she flees to live on a farm that is being crushed by the Empire. But as stated in Kenobi, the Jedi hunt themselves and cannot help but use their force powers to help people and Ahsoka rescues a colleague from an agricultural accident, revealing her abilities to the locals. Obviously, a sullen and put upon young man (does Filoni feel guilty for enjoying so much male privilege that he feels the need to constantly point out that men are toxic snitches who will turn everyone into the Empire?) grasses Ahsoka up to the Empire who dispatch a fabulous and terrifying looking Inquisitor. However, before we could even begin to get our hopes up, he was almost immediately defeated by an unarmed Ahsoka. He was such a great looking character, he deserved more than the end of Maul like take down he was quickly given.

So what was the point of this show? We know that Ahsoka is Fulcrum in Rebels and that she refused to train Grogu in Mando, yet later told Rey that she had all of the Jedi in her during the ridiculous Rise of Skywalker. Maybe this small series was a prequel to her own show which is coming at some point soon in the future? Maybe this is to explain a possible future appearance in the fantastic Andor show? Or just maybe it was some enjoyable story telling by Filoni, about one of his most beloved characters? This is entirely possibly given that Filoni is being hailed as the saviour of Star Wars by many fans and thus he has been given almost a free reign to create whatever stories he likes and to be honest, I am entirely fine with this because whatever he does, he does it with his heart full of the love of Star Wars. Bless his little Cowboy hat. I did very much enjoy the humour of Rex, Jesse and the boys stood in a circle, shooting their collective loads into Ahsoka... Oh God, that has just created a vision in my head that I really did not want, nor can now get rid of. I think that I just brought up some sick into my mouth!

Ahsoka bukkake aside, it was just a bit of harmless fun. Andor however is in every way that a show can be, utterly perfect. If you disagree with me on this point it is because Andor was not made for you, it was made entirely for me and maybe one or two select fans. I swear to you, this show has everything I love. For example I love the slow burning build up in tension with each episode. I love the subtle Easter eggs dropped into some of the scenes. I really love the complete lack of laser sword wielding religious zealots, but most of all, I love Andor himself. He is flawed and angry and clearly gets himself into some very silly situations, but so what he is Cassian Andor, the dark and brooding Rebel Spy to be. It was in the opener of the series where we see him effectively murder two space rozzas, which was beautifully done. We meet the two cops, who were clearly corrupt, in a brothel and right away they are awful to Cassian, clearly hoping to use their power to get one over on some poor sap hoping to get laid. Cassian leaves and is followed out by the rotten rozzas whereupon he fights back and one of them is killed in the brawl. But as the surviving one knelt before Cassian, begging for his life, I felt my own heart stop and his death was fucking brutal. This is dark and gritty and dark, powerful stuff. This is also to my knowledge the first time that Star Wars has talked about sex workers, which is clearly a thriving business in the Galaxy far far away. Given all that we know about the human species and all of the associated quirks, kinks and weirdos, it is bound to happen that some man (so shoot me for being a misandrist!) somewhere is going to froth at the gusset at the chance to screw some space pussy. Mind you, if Asaaj Ventress arrived at my door looking for a hook up, no wedding ring on my finger would stop me!

Andor also gave us the first ever “SHIT!” rather than the more kid friendly “Poodoo”. The harsh defeated way the word was delivered by the actor in a lovely Scottish accent was again just perfect and this was not the only low grade swear word used in this series. If you use subtitles, as I do, you will have noticed that Cassian calls a broken piece of tech “crap”. There is also several uses of the word bastard or variations there of. But shit is a great word and if used correctly in a screen play, there are no other words that can portray such a sudden and catastrophic failure for a character. That one simple word was uttered and suddenly we knew that this character was right up the creek and very much without a paddle. Yes, yes, I know, Star Wars is for kids... So explain all of the murders, decapitations, torture, racism, violence and religious intolerance? Is that really suitable for nice family entertainment? If you said yes and can let that go without further comment, then a simple, well used and perfectly timed “Shit” is not only welcome, it is to be applauded.

What this current crop of Star Wars is doing though is tying the whole saga together and it is achieving this in ways that are often gentle, occasionally brutal and more often beautiful. Kenobi at moments was heart breaking, but towards the end deeply uplifting. The book of Boba Fett was visual chewing gum, but still a lot of fun. The fabulous Mandalorian storyline is clearly going to tie the original saga to the sequels and I am very happy for it to do that, I quite liked the sequels, well seven and eight mainly. We can all agree that Episode nine was a cluster fuck of a movie that felt more like a platform quest game than a well thought out movie, but it still had some really fun moments and our first real LGBT on screen moment. Which brings me back to Andor and their portrayal of a normal (post genocide of your entire family by a despotic regime!) lesbian relationship. Vel and Cinta are a lovely couple, both complex and loving towards each other. Yet having just watched Episode eight, we see them pushed apart again by the struggle against the Empire and I just know that definitely one or maybe both of them are going to come to a sad end. Broken hearts are a great way to fuel a rebellion.

With four episodes of Andor left to go, I am excited to see where they go next. Obviously it is going to end up with Andor working as a spy for the Rebellion and then his eventual sacrifice along with Jyn Urso. However, we are yet to see him release K2SO from Imperial bondage and we are yet to see him gain his fabulous U-Wing transport. So there is a lot of space for them to fill with story, which can only be a good thing, even if the outcome is so painfully sad for Cassian.

I have mentioned Kenobi in passing and it was a lovely series, completely stolen by the young girl portraying a child Leia. She was fantastic and it would greatly sadden me if we never see her again in role. There is not much more that Kenobi can say, but I am sure that if demand was there, they would provide. However, with Ahsoka still to come and likely put an end to the questions left by Rebels, we still have an awful lot of fabulous Star Wars to look forwards to, including the series Acolyte, which hints at a Dark Side protagonist... I cannot wait.

It is truly a wonderful time to be a Star Wars fan.

#star wars #andor show #cassian andor #disney plus #dave filoni #space opera #mon mothma #star wars rebels #kenobi show #princess leia #tales of the jedi #ahsoka tano #count dooku #mace windu #anakin skywalker #clone trooper jesse #captain rex

[sith-as-heck]

Argumentative.

After Ashoka leaves the order, Zeerleah vents her frustrations to Obi-Wan.

Zeerleah knocked the door of Obi-Wan’s quarters so hard her knuckles hurt, She was angry and was going to let him know.

The doors slid open, Obi-Wan was standing in front of her, a cup of caf in his hand.

“Zeerleah..” He greets, sounding tired “Now isn’t a great time.”

“Now is a perfect time.” 

She didn’t wait for a invitation to his room and stepped inside

“How dare you?” She asked as the doors slid closed

Obi-Wan’s eyebrows raise “How dare I what?”

“Ashoka.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“And therein lies the problem.” Zeerleah gritted her teeth “She was on trail and you did nothing.”

“Zee..”

“This is why I left, you know that?” She gestures wildly with her hands, frustrated with everything “A young girl is facing life in prison and the council turns on her with no second thought and when it's relieved they were wrong..” She scoffs “Oh don’t worry Ashoka, it was your trail, the Force wanted this.”

“Zeerleah..” Obi-Wan’s tone was that of warning “The council made their decision.” 

“And they were wrong!” 

Her anger in the Force made Obi-Wan’s mug vibrate, the caf spilled over the side.  

“Ashoka has lived here since she was a child and first, The Council send her off to be a solider…” 

She started to pace, stomping her boots with each step.

“How many of us have died in this war, Obi?” She turned quickly on her heels “And for what?”

“We serve the republic..you know this.”

“They have their clones.”

She bit her tongue about arguing about that, that was a topic for another time. 

“It isn’t your place to do why we do what we do.” 

“But it is yours.” She met his eyes, they were bloodshot with fatigue “Qui-Gon would have argued against it.”

He blinked in surprise, she had crossed a line and she wished she hadn’t.

Or maybe she did, she didn’t know, she wanted to argue with him, scream at him.

She’d scream at the whole damn council if she had too.

“Two years Obi..” She pointed a finger at the viewport, to the city outside “Two fucking years we’ve been fighting this war and it seems for every step forwards we take a dozen back.” 

“I know it seems pointless but think of all the lives-”

She cut him off

“All the lives?” She clicked her tongue “Think of all the dead, The hundreds of clones who have died, But I suppose they don’t count, do they?”

“Zee!” He puts his mug down and walks towards her “You're upset about Ashoka..” 

“Don’t tell me how I feel!”

Once again the anger in the Force, shaking the mug, this time causing it to fall over. It worried Obi-Wan, she could feel it.

“This war cost the Jedi Order one of its greatest members…and he didn’t once raise his lightsaber in battle.”

Her voice quivers, She misses Master Kano now more than ever.

“All my life I have followed the Tenents of the Order..Even when it hurt me..” She took a deep breath “But the Senate clicks their fingers and suddenly we’re generals…sending children to die.”

“Zee..” Obi-Wan puts a hand on her shoulder, softly and waits, before placing the other hand on the other shoulder “Trust me I have had this argument in my head a thousand times and everytime I reach the same conclusion.”

“Which is?”

“There is a sith lord at the head of the beast and the Jedi are the only people who can stop it.”

“We don’t even know who Sidious is.” 

She shrugs his hands off and heads back towards the door

“And since you Jedi Masters are all about bullshit riddles..” She glares at him “Perhaps we can’t see the forest for the trees.”

The doors slid open and she walked out.

Leaving Obi-Wan wondering what the hell he was going to do.

#OC: Zeerleah Phys #Obi-Wan Kenobi #star wars fanfiction #playing with the idea that Zee catches on two who Sidious is #I used the wrong too but icba to change it

[xyliane]

AUgust 7: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS 12 YEAR OLD

PROMPT THE SEVENTH: CHILDHOOD FRIENDS wait how can you childhood friends au killugon, I asked myself, forgetting that I had a whole-ass idea in my drafts already. this one’s a proper fic, too (minus editing cuz l o l it’s an AU writing challenge, not editing challenge). T, aged-up killugon, modern day au. ft ambiguous descriptions of social media, alluka, kalluto, and leorio in killua’s corner, and zushi and spinner in gon’s, brief discussion of getting plastered and dealing with a hangover. 5000 words.

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The first sign that today is going to be an absolutely terrible day, is when Killua wakes up with a hangover.

This does not happen. Killua can count on one hand the number of times he’s gotten so drunk he’s had a hangover, and most of them are the fault of his little siblings. Little siblings who are now living together, whose couch he is currently painfully existing upon, half too hot and his toes way too cold. And the couch is too soft, an old secondhand thing he’d helped Alluka grapple up the stairs months ago after they found it outside an old dorm. He makes a notch in his very sore brain to blame the current situation on them. Kalluto might be kind enough to let a drunk big brother crash with them, but Alluka has a devious streak a mile wide.

Yeah. This is definitely their fault.

One eye slowly creaks open, surveying his surroundings through blurry vision. Nothing out of the ordinary here. He’s in the pajamas he’s left with Alluka forever ago, curled up under an old blanket he gave her for Nanika’s birthday. It’s covered in the Matrix code, all green letters on black wool. It barely covers him from chest to knees, which explains the cold toes.

Sunlight flickers through the curtains, cheerful and bright, and Killua pulls the blanket over his face. He’ll take cold toes over being blinded by his headache.

The second sign that today is going to be an absolutely terrible day, is when a noise like a chainsaw burrowing through a marshmallow erupts from his phone buzzing on the coffee table, just barely out of reach.

Killua attempts to bury himself under the blanket. He’s not dealing with work today.

And then he remembers: He doesn’t have work. Work can’t bother him today. Not just because it’s a weekend—work never respected the sanctity of weekends, no matter that he was at least partially in charge and used to have a fancy degree hanging on his wall. He doesn’t have work anymore. Killua quit.

Which, well. That explains the hangover.

He’s still blaming his siblings.

His phone buzzes loud enough to break the sound barrier, and Killua decides, fuck it. He doesn’t have anything to lose. If it’s the-place-formerly-known-as-work, he can delete everything. If it’s Mom or Father, he can definitely delete everything. And maybe it’s a friendly person, congratulating him on giving up a job that for anyone else would have been an absolute money-making dream. He’ll delete those too.

It takes a few tries to unlock his phone, and it unfortunately involves opening his eyes, squinting against the glaring light of the screen. But once he does, he frowns. Maybe he’s seeing double. Or a hundredfold. Because he should not have this many notifications.

awwww cute, i hope u 2 find each other! the top one says. It has several hundred likes. Why is it in his notifications?

Scrolling down reveals that it’s not an anomaly.

wtf man how can you find a TWELVE YEAR OLD from FIFTEEN YEARS AGO.

Me and my mom went on a cruise around there once, it was really pretty!

this is so sweet T__T maybe this is him?

And then another hundred photos of brown-skinned men with varying degrees of shirt-wearing, all black haired and most of them buff in very appealing ways and all of them beaming at Killua.

“What the fuck,” Killua croaks as he scrolls through all of the images and messages. Maybe this is a dream. A really weird, hangover-induced dream about how little of a social life he has, that his phone is possessed by someone else’s. A warning of sorts, that he should never have installed any social media on his phone ever, not even for hookups.

The reason for all the notifications lies at the top of his own page. Just a few sentences, all-caps, with an image of an old crinkled photo of two boys on a tropical beach, grinning at the camera. Killua sees himself, white curly hair flying in all directions and pale skin sunburned and ruddy with the briny wind, happier than Killua can ever remember being. Next to him, one arm slung around his shoulders and the other holding a bucket full of seashells, is a brown-skinned boy with freckles dancing across his nose and the tops of his shoulders, brown eyes wide and laughing and black hair thick and spiked from some mix of wind and seawater and natural gravity defiance.

He didn’t know he still had this photo. It had followed him from childhood all the way through grad school, a carefully guarded keepsake hidden away from the watchful eyes of his parents and Illumi, before ending up in a box or a bag at some point in the last few years. Part of Killua thought he’d lost it in the move. He barely remembers much about being twelve, about the cruise he’d been forcibly dragged on. But he remembers…

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY? yells the caption. WE WERE BEST FRIENDS FOR A WEEK WHEN I GOT DRAGGED ON A CRUISE BY MY ASSHOLE PARENTS. HE WAS 12 ON WHALE ISLAND 15 YEARS AGO. IF FOUND, DM IMMEDIATELY.

“Gon,” Killua breathes.

He gathers himself, wrapping the blanket around his head in a feeble protection against the morning, and lurches over to Alluka’s room.

He gets to bang on her door three times, confused spite winning out over his own pounding headache, before Kalluto appears out of their room, blinking blearily at Killua. “Shut up.”

Killua kicks Alluka’s door for good measure, and brandishes his phone in front of him like a weapon. “Not until you explain what the hell this is doing on the internet.”

Kalluto pales, then flushes, then pales again. “Oh. Um.”

At that, Alluka creaks her door open, guilty blue eyes far too awake for how close to noon it is. Killua kind of wants to kill her on principle alone. If he has to be hungover, so does everyone else.

“Explain,” he grinds out through his teeth.

The third and final sign that today is going to be an absolutely terrible day, is when Alluka puts on her most winning smile, the kind she uses to ward off angry customers and idiotic faux-academics on the internet. “Congratulations, Brother! I might have made you go viral.”

Killua throws his phone at her.

—————

Today’s going to be a good day, Gon decides. He’s been in the forests of East Gorteau for the better part of a month, which normally isn’t so bad. But this group has been…They’re nice enough, when Gon’s not spending half of his time explaining that, no, that species of plant does not make a good stew, and no, that species is endangered please don’t hunt them, and yes Gon is sure he doesn’t date his clients even after the hike, and no the reason the tent fell over again is because it wasn’t properly set up in the first place—

All of Aunt Mito’s complaints about tourists on Whale Island make so much more sense, now that Gon’s leading backwoods hikes.

But last night had been fun! Spinner had met the group at a pre-set campsite not far from their pickup so Gon hadn’t had to work the whole night, and he could relax with his friend over good food, more alcohol than he probably should have drunk, and not having to explain to Mrs. Yuldvin the difference between marijuana, buckeye, and poison oak again. Spinner had even taken care of the fire, although she had left him to rescue the Podomos siblings from the ruins of their tent with nothing more than a smirk and a wave. Nevertheless, Gon smiled through his headache all morning, because soon he’ll be home, and he can sleep.

Zushi is waiting in the parking lot once Gon’s done packing up the last of the gear and saying goodbye to Spinner, jeep idling while he flicks through his phone, thick eyebrows drawn together in increasing concern. He doesn’t even look up until Gon drops his pack onto the hood of the car, and he jolts so badly in surprise that he tosses his phone in the air.

“Are you okay?” Gon asks, and tries to peek at the screen.

Zushi pulls it up and away, a frantic look in his eyes. It won’t really keep Gon from seeing what’s happening, not if he wants to, but Zushi’s height is enough of a deterrent to make it hard. “You were gone way too long,” he says.

Gon leans against the hot metal of Zushi’s car. It wasn’t an unusual length for a trip, not really—this backcountry needs the length to be able to see and understand the region. Not to mention the Small Billed Swan preservation society keeping the whole place locked down except to authorized guides and trekkers. Zushi knows this. They’ve been roommates long enough that this isn’t even the longest time Gon’s been gone.

“You knew I’d be gone til today,” Gon says.

“Yeah, but…” Zushi’s eyebrows descend even further, scrunching his whole face up in worry. “You haven’t checked your phone, right?”

“No?” Even if he did have cell service, Gon never brings his own phone. He borrows Kite’s satellite phone, because it is more reliable and doesn’t need to be charged constantly.

“Okay. Well.” Zushi takes a deep breath, then another, one of Wing’s old meditation techniques. Despite his exhaustion and single-minded determination to sink into a real bed and sleep for a week, Gon feels a minor pang of worry. On breath three, he unlocks his phone and turns it towards Gon. “You’re a meme.”

On Zushi’s screen is a photo Gon can’t ever forget about. Backed by Whale Island’s sunbleached white beaches and the humid brilliant colors of summer, Gon sees himself—twelve, smiling from ear to ear, hair a mess from swimming and his shirt practically covered in sand from digging up all the seashells in his bucket. He’s got an arm around another boy, who’s caught mid-laugh so his blue eyes burn the same color as the sky, white curls even messier than Gon’s hair. They look like they’ve known each other their whole lives, like they’d still be best friends even if they haven’t seen or spoken to each other since the photo was taken.

Gon hopes Killua thinks so, too.

He cradles the phone in his hand, carefully zooming in on their faces and the errant crinkles visible through the photo. His own faded copy is in a drawer, having survived a whole trip around the world and countless apartment jumps. This one looks just as well cared for, in its own way.

“That…is you, right?” Zushi asks carefully. “Because Wing was asking, and half of Kite’s guide company is yelling about it on your social media page that you don’t even use, and now people are messaging me, and they’re saying the weirdest things, and the post is from last week, so—”

“It’s Killua,” Gon says. A smile spreads across his face, a mirror to the one he’d had when he was twelve. “That’s Killua!”

“Who?” the others ask, but Gon isn’t listening.

He spins, frantically searching his pockets for his phone. “Spinner, can you do me a favor?”

She narrows her eyes suspiciously.

Gon knew today was going to be a good day.

—————

It’s been a week, and Killua has quit all social media forever.

The steady buzz of his phone informing the apartment of his notifications is not his problem. Alluka’s the one who decided to hack into his phone and post something to his old public account, the one he mostly uses for photos of cats and complaining about terrible business precedents. He hasn’t posted much since school, and if anything, it should have simply vanished into the void of the internet.

He finds the culprit fairly quickly, and for once it’s not his sister’s moderate but dedicated video following.

“Old man, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Leorio lounges in Alluka and Kalluto’s living room, freshly out of his scrubs and looking pleased as all hell. “I just reblogged a fun post from my friend,” he says somewhat defensively. “You were a cute kid, Killua. What happened?”

Killua feels a growl creep up his throat. “You can’t just do that,” he snaps.

“It’s not my fault the people like my well-coiffed but rugged appearance and dedication to social justice in medicine.”

“You have 500,000 followers because you made a joke post two years ago, and some authorized user reblogged it five times. It has nothing to do with your ugly mug.” If Killua squints and plugs his ears, he can even see why people think Leorio’s attractive or whatever: tan skin, lean but strong as hell, actually takes care of his hair, not to mention a damn good doctor with one of the most prestigious institutions in Yorknew who spends most of his free time running health clinics in impoverished neighborhoods. That’s all swell. But then he starts talking, and Killua has no idea where the off button is.

Leorio spreads a hand out, gesturing vaguely with the glass of iced tea that he’d helped himself to out of Alluka’s stash. “It has everything to do with my ‘ugly mug,’” he says. “Which is why I used my powers for good and spread your post. Don’t you want to find him?”

“Not like this!”

“You were not going to find him at all,” Kalluto’s quiet voice pipes up from the kitchen. They have night classes tonight, but Killua has a feeling that even if they were supposed to be attending their Yorknew Uni lectures, they would still be here making Killua’s life worse. “You’ve had that picture for years, and you did not even try to look.”

Leorio gives him a judgmental look over the tops of his stupid tiny glasses. “You haven’t?”

It would be a losing game to bury his burning face in one of the throw pillows, so Killua does his best to cross his arms over his chest and glower instead. “I…tried.”

“And?”

“I don’t even know his last name!” Killua splutters. “I didn’t have his number or where he was from, other than his mom worked on the ship. And that cruiseline went bankrupt and liquidated everything before I could get out of the house, so I couldn’t even look that up.”

Kalluto crosses over from the kitchen and perches like a sweatshirt-wearing crow on the coffee table, their blue eyes carefully neutral under straight black bangs. “Alluka and Nanika would have helped. Or even Milluki, if you had explained the situation.”

“I was eighteen, okay? I just left home, and our parents were still being…shit, themselves, I guess.” He hadn’t even considered asking for help. Then again, he’d tried the moment he could, that first summer of undergrad where he didn’t have to come home and Illumi couldn’t spend half his time breathing down the back of Killua’s neck. He had a general idea of where they’d gone, maps of islands scurried away in the closet with the old photo and a bag full of seashells Gon had given him as a going-away present.

They’d been friends for a week, in the whirlwind way that only kids can be. The cruise ship was massive, and Killua’s parents were in meetings half the time and playing nice with the other rich people on board the other half. Killua had been bored witless, and Gon was everything he couldn’t have possibly imagined: encouraging Killua to go exploring, to stealing food from the kitchens, making him help clean up the decks, playing cards with the deckhands. Sneaking off the boat to visit an island without Killua’s parents while the ship was docked, scrambling over the burning hot sands and dashing through the jungle, diving into the waves fully clothed and competing to see who could find the biggest prettiest shells. Gon’d been Killua’s first friend, his first crush, his first…a lot of firsts.

Then the cruise had ended, and Killua forgot to give Gon his phone number. His address. Anything. They’d been so swept up in being friends, being best friends, it had seemed impossible that they would never see each other again.

Does Gon even remember? Why should he, when Killua hasn’t contacted him? Would they even be friends anymore?

Maybe he hadn’t searched hard enough. But part of Killua thinks he shouldn’t have tried at all.

The phone buzzes loudly, and Killua tries not to flinch.

“Hey, Killua. It’s okay.” Leorio leans forward, hands clasped over his too-long limbs and expression gentle. “If you want me to delete it, I will. Not sure I can help with the viral part of things, except maybe go through your messages and delete the gross ones, or at least find the weirdest ones for you to laugh at later.”

“Alluka and I have been doing this already,” Kalluto says, their posture a little too protective for Killua’s raw nerves at this point. “But perhaps you have some suggestions for what to do next, Dr. Paladiknight?”

Leorio smiles sympathetically. “Don’t read the comments? That said, most of your comments have been much more positive than anything I usually post. The masses seem to be genuinely rooting for you, kid.”

“I have only had to delete a dozen lewd messages for you this morning,” Kalluto adds, not mentioning the hundred or so that Alluka took care of yesterday.

Killua’s traitorous phone buzzes again, and that’s it. Time to bury himself in a pillow. Killua flops onto the couch, narrowly missing Leorio, and does his best to burrow into the cushions. “That’s just great,” he says into the fabric.

A comforting hand rubs against his hair, messing up the curls for a moment, and Killua refuses to admit that it’s nice, that he has friends like Leorio who even bother to care. “It could be worse. You could be dealing with this while still working a soul-sucking job making more money than most of us will see in our lifetimes, in exchange for giving up all of your morals.”

Killua groans loudly. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“You’re gonna need to do something, Killua! And hey, I might be able to set something up with my—”

“I already told you, no.”

“But it’s what you’re good at. And you wouldn’t be fucking people over to do it.”

“No.”

“Just listen for one—”

Killua lifts his head enough to glare as murderously as he can at Leorio. It must work at least a little, because the doctor shuts up.

Meanwhile, Kalluto is scrolling through Killua’s phone, poking at the screen occasionally. In the awkward silence, their sharp gasp is loud enough to shatter a window, and they hurriedly shove the phone in the pocket of their oversized sweatshirt.

Leorio raises an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”

Kalluto squeezes their eyes shut for a moment, then carefully places the phone on the coffee table, screen pointed innocently at the ceiling. “You will want to look at this one, Brother.”

“This isn’t another erotic sandcastle is it?” he says.

Kalluto shakes their head, and Killua’s stomach lurches up his throat. Alluka has been the one excited about this whole thing. But Kalluto, as reserved as they are, is a massive romantic. The whole thing might be Alluka’s fault, but Killua knows it’s Kalluto who almost lets themselves believe it’ll work. Despite all of the false positives, the people who send messages that don’t sound right or photos that have the wrong smile.

Killua doesn’t want to hope. It can’t possibly be Gon. But his hands shake nonetheless as he unlocks his phone and finds a new message in his DMs.

It’s not from Gon.

Instead, someone with the icon of a small-billed white swan in a soft small-billed hat and a handle of @flymypretties has sent a photo of a brown-skinned man with spiky black hair absolutely covered in dirt and grime. He’s waving at the camera, a backpacking bag propped against his shoulder and the widest smile Killua has ever seen beaming straight through the screen and into his chest. Next to him and half out of frame, a tall tanned man with massive black eyebrows and a tank top showing off an impressive amount of muscle has his head in his hands. Killua feels a sharp stab of sympathy, somewhere buried beneath the racing of his heart.

look im sorry about this but this idiot can’t find his phone and we r kind of in the middle of nowhere so reception’s shit. he wants to know if you admit he found the biggest seashell on the beach, whatever that means.

For a long, long moment—seconds? minutes maybe?—Killua can do nothing but stare at the screen of his phone. Leorio and Kalluto both look at him with a mix of curiosity and worry, Kalluto starting to slowly reach for the phone.

In a completely childish protective moment, Killua grabs it against his chest, like the image will vanish if he doesn’t keep it close.

“Is it…?” Leorio asks.

Killua swallows heavily, trying to think around the roaring of the ocean in his ears. “I think so,” he says faintly.

Kalluto’s eyes widen, and they spin on their heels towards their room. “I’m calling Alluka!”

—————

“Has he responded?”

“No!”

“…what about now?”

Spinner throws her hands in the air so violently that her hat falls off. “For god’s sake, Gon, it’s been an hour, you don’t even have your phone, and you still need to go home.”

Gon huffs and pouts. They’re still in the parking lot over an hour after the rest of the trekking group has left, and all the exhaustion that had settled into Gon’s body from the tour has been turned into a jittery energy that keeps trying to leak out from under his skin. He wants to go home immediately and dig out his copy of the photo, rub out the old fingerprints he and Aunt Mito have left on it over the years. He wants to find his phone and message Killua directly. He wants to wait right here until Killua responds, no matter how long it takes.

He knows it’s childish, to be this selfish. Spinner has work to do, work that she already put on hold to help with the last day of the tour. Kite probably will want to know what’s happening, or at least why his lead guide and his chief guide organizer have been stuck in a parking lot. And Gon can practically feel Zushi’s obsessive scrolling through social media, frantically trying to navigate Gon’s feeds without actually having access.

Gon needs to find his phone.

“Spinner, what if—”

It’s not that Spinner’s a large woman. Out of the three people standing in the parking lot, Zushi’s far and away the strongest, even if he is about as threatening as a large, muscular teddy bear. And Gon has only packed on weight and muscle over his years of backpacking around the wilderness, no matter that he’s not super tall. But Spinner goes for longer, harder treks on her own than anyone but Kite, and she packs in her own climbing gear on top of that, so when she tosses Gon into the back of Zushi’s jeep, he flies.

“Zushi,” she says in a low exhausted snarl, and he jumps right off the hood of his car. Gon probably would have felt bad for him, if everything wasn’t spinning. “If you do not take your roommate home, I am not responsible for the consequences.”

“What if you hear back?” Gon groans around the aches in his side.

Spinner rolls her eyes, and Gon knows she’s just tired. “I’ll let you know.”

“But what if my phone’s gone? What will I do if someone stole it, or if I can’t—”

“I’ll call you go home already,” she says, and slams the door shut on his face.

For a long moment, the only sound is Spinner storming away, boots thudding heavily in the dirt until her car door slams.

The jeep shifts slightly as Zushi quietly lowers himself into the driver’s seat and puts the key into the ignition. Gon wants to tell him to follow Spinner, so she can yell out the window as soon as Killua gets back to her. But Zushi looks about ready to bolt. So Gon slumps back in the seat, the rumble of tires crunching through gravel making his already jittery nerves shake.

A small voice that sounds a lot like Kite tells Gon that it’s better to wait, that it will be easier to have a conversation and determine if this really is Killua after a rest and a shower.

Gon doesn’t want that, though. He wants…

It’s been a long time since he was on Whale Island. Longer still since he saw Killua. That doesn’t mean he stopped thinking about either of them, during the quiet moments out under the stars. They’re part of him, like his lungs are part of him—essential and irreplaceable, buried so far inside that removing them would change him irrevocably.

What is Killua like now? Is Gon just as important to him as he is to Gon? He has to be. Right?

They make it home without saying anything else. Gon floats in and out between bone-deep weariness and electric sparks of nervous joy, and Zushi flinches every time Gon jolts himself from one to the other.

“Hey, are you…I mean, maybe not okay, but.”

Gon lifts his chin up sharply at the sound of his roommate’s voice, and notices the familiar apartment complex in front of him. Oh, they’re home. “I’m good,” he says, and grins.

“Sure,” Zushi says like he doesn’t believe Gon.

A dubious silence stretches out between them as they gather the rest of the gear, dropping it in a heap on the sidewalk. “You were kids, though,” Zushi finally says.

Gon shrugs and slams the door shut hard enough to make the vehicle rattle. “I didn’t forget. So I don’t think Killua would, either.”

Zushi’s eyebrows wrinkle on each other, like they can’t decide whether to go up or down and settle on some combination of the two. “What if he did?”

“He didn’t,” Gon says, more sure of that than anything else in his life.

Zushi’s eyebrows dance again, but he doesn’t say anything else.

Between Gon’s camping gear and Zushi’s leftover practice pads, it takes longer than Gon’s excitement can take to get everything settled enough to look for his phone. Well, Gon would have liked to look for his phone, but Zushi makes a pointed look at the shower. There are only so many places the phone could be in the whole apartment, after all.

Gon’s just drying off when Zushi knocks on the door. “I found it, but it’s dead,” he says, voice muffled.

“Then charge it!” Gon shouts. After a moment, he adds, quieter and less snappishly, “Please?”

A faint laugh echoes through the apartment.

By the time Gon can make himself a very early dinner of whatever he could grab out of the cabinets without thinking, the phone is charged enough to turn on. Sure enough, there are a wide variety of messages, mostly from Kite’s groupchat asking about the viral post. A few are from former hikers, people who Gon liked enough to share contact info, offering to see if they can get in touch. There are even a few—okay, how did they get ahold of his old social media page? It’s practically defunct, since Gon’s never had a phone capable of more than the most basic apps. And those are…

It’s flattering in a way, but Gon’s not really into that. Or them.

Zushi catches sight of the grimace, and takes one look over Gon’s shoulder before turning beet red.

By the time he’s gone through and deleted the vast majority of what had been filling up his phone, there’s still no message from Spinner, and nothing at all from Killua. Gon sighs and lies his head down on the table with a heavy thunk.

The other chair scrapes heavily along the tiles as Zushi sits, a mug of coffee in his hands. “What will you do? When he messages you, I mean.”

When, not if, an unexpected certainty coming from Zushi. Gon has the best friends in the world. “Talk to him,” Gon says. “It’s only been fifteen years, right? We promised we’d be friends forever.”

“A lot changes in fifteen years,” Zushi says.

“Not that.”

“Then why didn’t you look for him?”

Gon frowns. It had taken a long, long time, but Aunt Mito managed to track down the cruise captain the last time they were in port, tracing through old charters until the right names came up. But when she’d called them up, she’d been met with stonewall after stonewall, pleasant-sounding voices insisting in no uncertain terms that she would never speak with a member of Killua’s family, let alone let her son speak to his friend. By the time Gon was old enough to look himself, he found nothing but a mansion full of people whose eyes matched Killua’s in everything except for his warmth, who refused to even acknowledge Gon’s presence except to throw him out.

That had been years ago. It’s not that Gon stopped looking. Not exactly.

“I did, but I—” Gon starts to say, but his phone buzzes violently against the table, and they both jump out of their chairs.

“Is it—?” Zushi asks, breath in his throat.

It’s a message from Spinner. you owe me big time, kid, she says, followed by a phone number.

Gon rips his phone off the cable, a wide smile spreading across his face. “It is,” he says, and dials Killua.

—————

bzz bzz—

bzz bzz—

bzz b—

“H-hello?”

“Killua! Hi!”

“…Gon? Is that—It’s really…?”

“Killua, it’s you, I thought I’d never—”

“I did find the biggest seashell, and you know it.”

A breath, sharp and astonished. “The blue and white one, with green lines.”

“I found it, and I gave it to you.”

“I still have it.”

A snort of amusement, slightly damp. “I know. You promised you’d keep it.”

“I did. And I promised—”

“That we’d be friends forever.”

A laugh, delighted and teary at the same time. “I knew you remembered.”

“I did promise you that I would.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

(AUgust prompts)

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[parkerpeter24]

summer on you

Pairing ➳ harrison osterfield x reader

Warnings ➳ anxiety, swearing, fluff, ugh this is literally based off my blood-sucking teacher.

Word count ➳ 2.3k words

So, let me wish all my birthday buddies! First of all, a very happy birthday to haz boy! Next, I would like to dedicate this fic to my lovely friends @allegra-writes​ and @spideygirl2003​​ also, this was inspired by the song ‘ summer on you’ by PRETTYMUCH

Baby, I ain’t got no money

All I got is time

And I’m gon’ spend that time on you

But when they pay me

And I can buy the sunshine

Take you away, we’ll drink champagne

While holed up in a room

“Yes ma’am, you don’t have to worry about that.” You uttered in the speaker of your mobile typing away the details on the empty spreadsheet that was now on the screen of your laptop. You had spent most of your week like that, sitting in a corner and completing the details of your colleagues in the said spreadsheet. It was killing you, but your boss gave you no option. You just wanted to ditch her and get some rest, or a long, relaxing bubble bath at least.

Then your phone went off, again, pulling you out of your relaxative thoughts and you groaned loudly. Without even looking at the contact you picked up the call and started in the same hoax voice, “Hello, ma’am!”

You were expecting her to go off on you again because you were taking such a long time in typing the name of a few fellow mates and creating the spreadsheet as “higher authorities” had asked for them immediately, but all you heard was the sweet voice of her best friend, “Still working?”

You sighed in relief, pushing your laptop farther from you on the table and rested your head on the cool glass surface. You hummed along as he chuckled. You knew he didn’t mean to make fun of you, it was rather a pity chuckle, “Why don’t you just stop for a while,” he gulped before continuing, “What the hell is that green juice on your dining table?!” He complained, making you gasp and let out a giggle.

“I knew it! Now, what exactly are you doing at my house Haz?” You asked in a serious tone, but failed miserably, “You know I didn’t give you my keys so that you can barge in my house at any time you want!”

He just laughed it off and you sighed, putting the phone on speaker, and pulled the laptop in its initial position to start typing.

“What’re you doing in the office anyway?” He questioned, hearing the soft typing sound of your laptop as he moved towards your kitchen to grab some of your homemade cookies, “I thought it was supposed to be your day off.”

“Ms Vibha sent me here to get the essential files to fill in some fucking details in this fucking spreadsheet.” You gritted your teeth. Haz could sense your expression from your tone as he sighed, “I didn’t even grab any food today, I was in such a rush-” You continued but stopped when you realized that there was an eerie silence on the other side, not a sigh, not even the sound of a footstep, it almost felt intimidating.

“(Y/n),” Haz finally spoke up, his tone serious, making you shift uncomfortably in your work chair. You hummed after a good few seconds, “Wh-what’re anti-depressant pills doing on your kitchen counter?”

Your eyes widened in shock, ‘shit!’ you cursed under your breath. You didn’t realise that you forgot to put those pills in your bag when you were “in such a rush” this morning.

You fell silent contemplating on whether to say something or stay quiet. He didn’t say anything, making you more anxious than ever, and the most depressing part was that your anti-depressants weren't with you. You cleared your throat uncomfortably finally deciding to break the silence, “Haz I can-”

“Can we meet when you get off work?” He asked and you gulped, nodding your head even though you knew he couldn’t see it. There was no way you could escape from it now, he found out that you had anxiety, he would probably leave you forever now.

“Okay.” You said finally before he hung up the phone. You groaned seeing five missed calls from your boss. What an asshole.

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You rang the bell beside the door when you reached Harrison’s apartment. Soon the door was opened and you were led in until you were sitting on the couch and a glass of water was placed in front of you on the wooden table.

Harrison had been quiet the whole time you were there. He seemed to think about something deeply as he cleared his throat. You looked at him expectantly but he only stared at the ground.

“Haz,” You finally said in a shaky voice making him look up at you, fast enough to notice the tears in the corner of your eyes, his expression softened, “I have the pills because-”

“Would you go on a road trip with me?”

“W-what?” You asked in return to his sudden question.

He gave you the best ‘seriously?’ face he could muster before speaking, “(Y/n), you are in the dire need of a vacation.” He stated, getting up from his designated chair and sitting on the same couch as you, but he sat on the other end rather than sitting right beside you. He knew it would take a lot of efforts to finally convince you to take this break.

“But- but my boss, and the spreadsheets- I- it’s not possible Haz.” You stuttered and Harrison’s eyebrows furrowed. ‘Poor thing’ he thought. What the fuck has that blood-sucking a-hole done to you?

“Come on...” He pouted, extending the last syllable, “Just two days, give me two days. Please.” He pleaded. Now, to be honest, Harrison is a charming boy. And when he asks you something as tempting as that, you can’t resist the offer.  Besides that, you had always adored the blond haired man, you always have, and you could bet that he had the same heart in his eyes while looking at you that you had whenever you saw him. You sighed in defeat while a smile painted on Harrison’s face.

“Two days. That’s all you get.”

Darling, I've been working all week

I've got so much on my plate

Always saying “poor me”

Although my boss is an a-hole

That's when you call me

Said you've been making a plan

To hit the road with me

You sighed, feeling the wind brush against your face and your hair flowing with the wind. Harrison turned to look at you for a moment before fixating his gaze back on the road.

Everything was peaceful. Finally. Harrison has taken your phone away from you in the prospect of keeping your anxiety at the lowest level, and to be honest, it was working. You were smiling softly when Harrison saw you. You looked like an angel in that beautiful dress and your hair flowing back. He made you smile. The thought made him smile proudly as a blush adorned his face.

You turned to look at him with the same smile plastered on your face. You were on a long road surrounded by trees all over. The sky was grey, it was about to rain. People would say the scene looked that of a cliché thriller movie, but you were loving it. Everything was perfect. The weather, the company, the way he looked, your hand brushing his on the gear, feeling him stealing glances at you. Perfect.

The car finally came to a halt and you looked at the small lodge in front of your eyes. It was a typical wooden cabin surrounded by a dense forest, away from the urbanisation, and you loved it.

You tried to help Harrison with carrying the bags inside but every time you offered, like a gentleman, he denied and told you to fuck off.

Just like a gentleman.

It was raining when you finally settled inside your respective rooms. You made your way out of the room and into the common room. You had a long time before dinner to yourselves –it seemed like it would be a long time until the rain stopped– so you started fidgeting with Harrison’s guitar.

He watched you with a smile as you tried to play a song but it sounded out of tune. He laughed and you squint your eyes at him, “What’re you laughing at?”

“It’s just that, you’re cute when you mess the chords up.” He laughed some more as a blush covered your face.

“You can’t play any better than me.” You mumbled, but he might’ve heard it because the next moment he was next to you, holding the guitar, ready to play a song.

You smiled, a flutter in your heart, as you saw him strum the strings to your favourite song, the pitter-patter of rain complementing the soothing voice of guitar.

We’ll hit the coast on the late night

Make love ‘til daylight

I love it when you play with my hair

You know it feels so nice

And I’ll do what you like

Naked in the moonlight

We don’t care if we are broke

When love is all we own

The loud sound of thunder woke you up. You suddenly sat up in your bed. You were not scared, just shocked by the suddenness of the storm brewing outside and a little worried.

You made your way to the next door and slowly opened it, feeling the cold doorknob against your skin.

Harrison was sleeping peacefully as you leaned against the doorframe. You couldn’t stop but stare at the sleeping beauty, it calmed you a little.

You sighed, moving to sit on the bed and gently shook his shoulder. He opened his eyes ever so slightly and looked at you, “Hey,” You greeted sheepishly.

“Hey, ever heard about sleep?” He questioned with a hoarse voice, and his british accent made it even more beautiful, sending a soft shiver down your spine. He saw you playing with the hem of the bedsheets and asked, this time with a more concerned voice, “What is it?”

You looked at him with slightly wide eyes. Harrison felt like someone had just splashed gallons of water on his face and the next moment he was wide awake, you looked so beautiful under the soft lamplight and when the thunder roared, the light reflected on your skin. But you flinched a little, “Can I- can I stay in here tonight?”

He smiled, opening his arms so you could lay there. And you did, sighing as his warmth engulfed you already making you feel protected.

As another loud thunder sounded outside you snuggled into Harrison, his hands in your hair, brushing the soft (y/h/c) out of your face.

When you woke up, the next morning, you were alone in the bed. You rubbed your eyes and looked around to see any sign of Harrison but you couldn’t find him anywhere. You roamed around the old cabin and finally found him in the front, loading some things on top of the car. He saw you standing by the door and smiled, “Morning, sleepyhead!”

You laughed, moving closer to where he was, “What is all this?” You asked. He just pointed towards the clear, blue sky as you followed his finger.

“If you haven’t noticed darling,” He started, making you blush at the nickname, “The sky is all clear and so we’re going to the beach!”

I’m singing hey babe

Two jobs on minimum wage

Although the rent’s late

Still got a smile on my face

We ain’t got the sunshine

But we got hearts in our chest

To feel the love like this

Stronger than anyone else

You were really excited throughout the car ride to the beach, and on finally reaching there you ran out of the car. It was mostly empty with a few people around, overall a nice place to be.

You and Harrison had the day to yourselves. You spent the day swimming in the ocean and splashing water on the other, it was great. Laying under the sun after lunch, and finally, you decided to go surfing.

You sat on your surfing board watching the enticing view when the sun started going down, Harrison beside you, silently watching you instead of the beautiful pastel sky.

You were literally very happy that Harrison took you to this place. You needed this break. And even if you didn’t know what would happen when you returned back to your normal, hectic life, you didn’t care, not right now.

 “What is it?” You asked, eyes still set on the sunset. Harrison’s eyes widened a little when you caught him staring, “Do you want to say something?” You asked again, waiting for him patiently but he just stared at you with an open mouth, you chuckled, “I’m really happy that you convinced me to come here with you.” You said with a grateful smile.

He just looked at you and smiled back before silence filled the surroundings. A few moments later, the sun had almost disappeared into the horizon and you suggested to Harrison that the both of you should head back to the cabin, but he didn’t say anything, just staring ahead, “(Y/n),” He sighed finally.

You looked at him expectantly, “What happened?”

“I do have to say something.” He looked into your eyes with his beautiful aqua blue ones. You waited for him to continue, “I-I felt it my responsibility to make you happy when I found those pills just sitting on your kitchen counter. You should’ve told me earlier (Y/n)! I would’ve never let that get to you! And I-”

“I love you.” You cut him off mid-sentence, “I’m sorry I made you worry.” You looked down.

“Hey,” He swam closer with soft eyes, “I love you too.” He smiled, stopping just beside you, close enough that you could reach over and just kiss him senseless.

But he did it first.

He led your chin up with the help of his finger, guiding you to his soft lips and you melted into him. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you down from your surfing board as he smiled into the kiss. You could feel it in the air, it was something different. And you knew it was going to stay like that for a long, long time.

Oh I will spend my summer on you.

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[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

Somethin’ Stupid (AldoxReader)

Requested by @what-the--curtains Based off this song :)

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______________________________ Aldo smiled as he caught his breath. He'd split the basterds up on separate missions. He just got back, and found the hideout was still empty. He shook his head at himself, remembering the last time he'd split everyone up...Andy, Simon and Michael never came back. Just as the worst thoughts came into his head, he saw you walking toward the hideout. That was why he was smiling. The scariest thought in his mind was losing you. Why? Well...he wasn't quite ready to admit that. Not even to himself. "Aldo!" You practically tossed down your knife, your gun, your pack. You launched yourself at him, catching him off guard. You threw your arms around him, but he hesitated for a moment. Still, he couldn't deny that it made him smile even more. His arms gradually found their way around you, as he shut his eyes, and rested his head on your shoulder, taking a relieved breath. Still, he let go of you abruptly, and avoided looking at you directly. He went back to whatever he was doing before you came. You sighed softly enough that he didn't hear, and wondered why it was that every time he seemed so close to opening up, everything collapsed. Sometimes, on a 'night off,' you and the boys would be in a tavern. Of course there'd be music, and drinking. You managed to get every single one of the basterds on the dance floor at some point (that included Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz...and that was not easy thing to do) But Aldo never quite seemed up to it. Sometimes you wondered to yourself what would happen if you did get him to dance. You glanced at him for a moment, and sighed again, thinking he'd probably disappear when you turned your back. "Got somethin' for ya, sir." The way you said sir stung him. It was cold. It distanced you more than an ocean away from him. He looked up. "Twelve scalps,  huh?" "Uh huh." You sounded discouraged. Aldo tried to pin that on your body count, and not on himself. "Brings you up to tie with Hirschberg at eighty-two, just behind Wicki." He smiled a little, testing the water, "You ain't gon' let 'em two boys get to a hundred before you, are ya?" You sputtered, "That'll be the day," you started cleaning your knife, and Aldo saw you had a bandage over the palm of your left hand. "Y/n." "Yeah, Aldo?" You looked up, seeming exasperated, and tired. Not with the mission, not with the bet, not even with the war. You were frustrated with him, and he absolutely knew it. "Let me see your hand." "Why?" He rolled his eyes, "Don't make me say it."

You looked right at him, thinking 'two can play at that game...'

Two can definitely play dumb. "Say what, sir?" You knew it irked him. "Let me see your hand, that's an order." You rolled your eyes, and stretched your hand out, immediately feeling his rough, calloused hands wrap around yours, and pull back the rag you'd wrapped around your hand. The last few layers were stuck down on your skin, and you flinched when he tried to pull it away gently as possible. "You didn't even clean it." His eyes hovered up to you, both worried and annoyed. "Didn't have time." "What if it got fucken infected?!" You rolled your eyes, "What if I got caught with twelve nazi scalps in my hand?" He muttered something only someone from Maynardville, Tennessee could ever decipher, and got up. He got some bandages, and everything he needed to treat the wound. He set everything back down on the old, forgotten table, and as he made his way back into his chair next to you, he stumbled. He grabbed onto the arms of your chair, and hovered right over you. His eyes directly in front of yours, and his lips only a breath away from yours. Your eyes went wide, and your heart skipped a beat. You both lingered there, wondering about the thousand fates that moment could turn  into. Aldo didn't see himself belonging in any of the ones that had you in them. So he harshly pulled himself away from you, clearing his throat, shaking his head, and apologizing. You muttered through a sigh, "Oh for fuck's sake." He finally got a clear look at the wound, and looked up at you, "You needa get this stitched up, Y/n." "Mhm." "Who hurt you?" You raised your eyebrow. Fancy hearing him say that but..."I don't know, one of the former owner's of those scalps." Aldo nodded with a chuckle, "Didn't expect nothin' less." He looked up again after a moment, his voice was a little softer, "This is gon' hurt..." You grinned a little, "I know where Wicki keeps his whiskey." "Oh, do ya?" Aldo smirked a little. "Right next to Hirschberg's uh...." you cleared your throat, "...literature..." "His fucken what?" You chuckled as you got up to get the bottle, "You heard me." You disappeared into another room, and Aldo heard some rustling around. You appeared with half a bottle of whiskey. You took a drink, and Aldo took one. Frankly, he didn't have the best sewing skills in the world, so...he would do his best, especially for you. He started stitching, and you flinched. He stopped, "I'm sorry..." You glanced at him. His eyes were intent on yours. It wasn't just about that thread and needle. It was about everything. You nodded, and spoke gently, with a soft smile, "I know..." To Aldo, those were the best words he could dream of hearing. To him, it showed you knew he meant it. It wasn’t just a line. Later, Aldo found himself running through the same troubling thoughts any decent lieutenant, or friend, ran through during war. Apart from that, one thought continued to linger at the back of his head. You... He needed a break, which he knew wouldn't come until the end of the war. The next best thing he could do, was go outside, and get some air. So, he lit  a little fire, and looked up at the sky, as the stars slowly began to appear. He sighed, remembering the stars in Tennessee. The nights he once loved the most were the nights he sat outside his cabin with his....well....ex, now.  One night, he came home to find there was someone else taking his place by her side. The stars stopped shining that night. That was so long ago... He looked up, and spotted the stars as they started to flash one by one. He sighed, wondering when he started seeing them again... It felt empty... Especially since there was no one by his side looking up at the stars with him. He heard footsteps, and a muffled, "Watcha lookin' at?" Startled, he composed himself before you noticed you caught him off guard. You were eating something that could pass as a bag of potato chips, as you crouched next to him. You held Wicki's bottle of whiskey out to Aldo, and he chuckled as he took a sip. "Well shit, Y/n, I've brewed moonshine that was better'n this shit!" You rolled your eyes as you laughed, "Oh, bullshit, Aldo!" "I swear on my mama's life! " "Uh huh, whatever you say, Aldo." "Man bootlegs half his damn life, you don't think he learn a thing or two?" "Sure thing, old timer. Sure thing," you laughed as you gave the bottle back to him. "Old timer, huh?" He mumbled under a chuckle as he took another swig. Still, his eyes wandered to you. Old timer. You were right... He was getting too old to run away from the things that mattered. That smile with the stars in it? That mattered to him. "Y'know Wicki's gon' kill us." You shrugged, "I'll get him another bottle," You smirked, "A better one." Aldo chuckled, and you were both quiet for a while, as the crickets began to chirp. Aldo tried to think of something to say for a long time. He usually didn't mind the quiet. In fact, he welcomed it, back in his cabin up the Smoky Mountains. It was always comforting to him... But for a few years now, the quiet could be too quiet. Sometimes it meant there was one basterd less. In those years, the sound of silence was not something he could welcome...But your laugh? That always steadied him, and rang with his heart. He didn't want to admit why he needed to hear it so badly. Still, he didn't rest until he made you laugh. And it turned into a night long conversation about everything and nothing. Eventually, as the final shades of the night began to tuck away beyond the forest, and the crickets' songs became lullabies, you couldn't help but lean your head against his shoulder. Aldo, in that moment, forgot himself. His arm rested around your shoulders, and he whispered, "I love you..." You shot up, wide awake now, "What?" He immediately apologized, and then said, "It's that damn whiskey, Y/n I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm sayin' no more, I just....I said somethin’ stupid, that's all." You laughed, "Sounds about right," He muttered, "Yeah, it sure as hell d-" You sighed, rolling your eyes. You'd waited too long to hear him say that. So you kissed him to shut him up.  Maybe the only stupid part of it all was that it had taken him so damn long. "I love you, Aldo." He smiled, as the first bird started to chirp, and pulled you back to him, "I love you..." He said it again. He said it out loud, and meant it this time... What's more...he knew you meant it.There would be stars, from now on. Bright ones. Brighter than the ones he saw up in the Smoky Mountains.You started to fall asleep with your head leaning on his chest. You were both just beginning to slip into dreams, when you heard distant arguing. "I SWEAR TO GOD HIRSCHBERG IF YOU FUCKING TELL THEM I WILL TELL THEM ABOUT YOUR 'LITERATURE'.""YOU BETTER BELIEVE I'M GONNA FUCKING TELL THEM."You started to get up, mumbling sleepily, "They'll see-"Aldo pulled you back to him, chuckling softly as he murmured, "There are worse things they could see."You smiled, as you closed your eyes again, "You mean like Hirschberg's 'literature'?"He laughed softly, "Damn right..." Aldo smiled softly, as he fell asleep. The time had finally been right. This time, every word was true, they weren't just lines. To Aldo, saying 'I love you,' never seemed so right before.

#Inglourious Basterds #inglourious basterds imagine #aldo raine #aldo the apache #aldo raine x reader

[a-dorin]

under the same stars | darth maul

word count: 2,406

warnings: cursing

a/n: hi! this was something i have been wanting to do for a looonnnggg time. sorry if my writing is poor in the first chapter, the set-up is always the hardest part. a lot of the plot in this chapter is driven by the dialogue. this is chapter one (more will come in the future if it does well!) 

let me know if you want to be tagged! 

summary: august moor, a padawan in training under the jedi master qui-gon, ponders the meaning of the title jedi. she finds herself in a mysterious encounter with none other than the sith lord, darth maul. 

the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over coruscant. a young woman strolled through a meadow, grateful for the summer breeze as it rolled through the grass. the surrounding forest was a variety of green hues, the trees lush with life. the moon was high in the sky, waxing towards a full moon. soon, the stars would be out, dancing across the night. soon, the shades of lilac, burgundy, cyan, and tangerine would be replaced by a rich navy blue.

the stars glittered above, beginning to dot the sky. the girl's lips curved into a smile as her fingertips brushed the blades, contentment flooding her senses. the girl felt as ease, her mind relaxed. there was nothing more she loved than stargazing after an exhausting day of training. 

"where do you think you're running off to?" a voice called out in the dusk. 

the girl turned, her brows furrowed, "and who do you think you are, obi-wan kenobi? you are not my master."

"i am aware," the padawan chuckled, "you're never one to do things like this. is there something on your mind?" 

"i can't have fun?" the girl teased, nudging obi-wan. 

"well," a light blush tinged obi-wan's cheeks, "i didn't mean to come off as rude. my deepest apologies to you, august.

august stifled a giggle, "there's no need for such formalities here, obi-wan. we're not in font of the jedi council, nor master qui-gon."

a shy smile formed on the padawan's lips as he admired august momentarily. her eyes were focused on the stars, as they were beginning to twinkle as the sky transitioned to a deep shade of blue. the moon was full, casting a glow on their surroundings. the light softened her features, yet it did not take away from her beauty. 

her brunette hair was woven into an intricate half-down, half-up style.  free strands of hair swayed along with the breeze, her blue eyes glimmering. obi-wan swallowed thickly, careful not to stare a second longer. her eyes shifted, falling on the padawan. 

"you're quiet tonight. is there something on your mind?"

"no," obi-wan shook his head, "i believe i am just a little spent from today's training."

"qui-gon did a number on you, huh?" august smirked, shooting obi-wan a wink.

obi-wan scoffed, folding his arms across his chest, "we trained in the same temple today, if you don't remember."

august laughed once more, falling to the cool grass. she gazed the stars, a wisftul smile painting her features, "are you going to stargaze with me or are you going to run back to the temple and inform master qui-gon that i snuck off?" 

the padawan laid in the grass, close to august. his eyes drifted up towards the sky, widening in awe at the beauty of the constellations dancing above him. 

august piped up, her voice warm and soft, "you know, my parents used to tell me stories about fallen jedi. how they join with the stars after they pass away. i truly believe that the jedi are always keeping a close eye over us, while also letting us know that they are not too far out of reach."

"were your parents jedi?" obi-wan inquired, a slight wave of shame wash over him. he did not want to pry too much without being too nosy. 

"fuck no," august yawned, "both of my parents are alive and well, settled on the planet of takodana. my home planet is naboo, but they have moved since my training began. i have not seen them since i was about seven years old. we haven't spoken since."

"it seems as if i got you beat," a sigh escaped from obi-wan's lips, "i was taken as a youngling when i was only three years old."

"three years old?" august rolled over, propping herself up with her elbow, "holy shit kenobi. that's ridiculous."

"do you realize how often the jedi council take younglings?" obi-wan arched a brow, "once they can sense that they are force sensitive, the youglings are often newborns or infants."

"oh," august widened her eyes, "that's.."

"it is quite intriguing," he sucked in a breath, "yet, it is for the greater good of the jedi. once the council is aware of their abilities, it is best they start training as early as possible. the more skilled we are, the better."

"you're such a pushover," august snorted, rolling her eyes, "do you ever wonder if the jedi are always the divine beings they claim they are?"

"you're beginning to worry me," obi-wan retorted, "you're talking like a sith, august."

"i am just speaking what's on my mind," she exhaled, rolling onto her back once more, "you don't ever think about what would happen if you didn't seek the route of a jedi? if you were just a normal, ordinary being on your home planet? don't those thoughts keep you up late at night? do you ever just ponder?"

"there really is more to you than meets the eye," the padawan observed, "however, you must recall that jedi who are one with the force do not chose whether or not we possess these capabilities. we are born with them, as we are chosen by the force to bring balance to the universe."

august groaned, "spare me the bullshit, obi-wan. you sound more and more like qui-gon every day."

"is that such a bad thing?" obi-wan arched a brow. 

"i'm just so tired of all of this mumbo-jumbo bullshit about the jedi and all of the regulations we have to follow," she snorted, "it's all so pointless and for what? to hold some title because we're gifted with capabilities that others do not have?"

"you are quite opinionated tonight," he chuckled, "august, i am sure with time we will understand the ways of the jedi. for now, it is beyond our control. for now, if it does not offend you, i am going to retire to my quarters for rest. we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"yeah, yeah," august waved a hand, "just ignore all of my rambles. thank you for listening though. goodnight, obi-wan kenobi. may you find comfort in knowing that you will keep following the rules. meanwhile, i'll be here."

obi-wan rose to his feet, "goodnight august, may you find peace in your thoughts."

august only hummed in response, her eyes following a comet as it blazed across the skyline. the tail was a flashing white. memories drifted into her mind, taking over the thoughts of the present. two individuals towered over her, their faces blurred. she stiffened, her veins ice cold as she witnessed one of the beings pick her up, handing her over to an unknown shadow.

august let out a scream, tears streaming down her cheeks. her mind buzzed, thoughts of agony and despair filtering through her skull. an empty feeling consumed her, her heart racing. the world felt so cold. so cruel. why was this happening? why was this happening now? 

august blinked, her breathing coming in short, ragged breaths. the meadow was now crumbling away. squeezing her eyes shut, she shook her head desperately trying to shake away the horrible, gut-wrenching emotions. opening her eyes, a new environment surrounded her. 

her eyes met with a marble floor, her nose brushing against the surface. the marble was a rich black, the air in the room sterile. august blinked once more, realizing that she was in a training room. sacks full of an unknown material hung around the room, as if they were punching bags. 

widening her eyes, august's heart stopped at the sight before her. a zabrak wielded two sabers, a faint hum reverberating off the walls as he practiced his technique. his muscles rippled under his crimson and black skin, horns adorning the top of his skull. strings of curses tumbled from his lips, a planet in which august had no translation. 

"h-hello?" august squeaked, her voice quiet. 

the zabrak ceased all movement, turning abruptly, the sabers in his grasps pointed in the august's face. his amber eyes blazed with fury, his words a snarl, "who are you? how did you get in here?"

"i do not mean any harm," august yelped, raising her hands in surrender. she could feel the heat radiated off the blades of the sabers. 

the zabrak inhaled, the girl's sweet scent flooding his nostrils. he sensed a trace of wildflowers and grass, "you're not from around here, are you?"

"you're v-very right," august stuttered, "i am not from around here."

his eyes scanned the space, searching for any sign of entrance. the only possible way the girl could have gotten in was through the use of a saber, as the door was to his right. she appeared in the room from the left, "where did you come from?"

"i am from coruscant," the mysterious girl mumbled. 

the zabrak's lips curled into a sinister grin, flashing his incisors, "i cannot believe it. a jedi has fallen directly into my hands. what should i do with you?"

"i am no jedi," the girl sneered, folding her arms over her chest. 

the sincerity in her statement sparked interest within the zabrak. turning his sabers off, he slid them into their holsters. cocking his head, his eyes narrowed, "you're not with the jedi, yet you come from coruscant?"

"i am only training to become one," the girl averted the zabrak's gaze. 

"i am maul," the zabrak sat on the floor, curiosity getting the best of him, "what's your name?"

"my name is august moor," the girl replied, tucking a strand behind her ear, "i'm not sure how i ended up here."

maul closed his eyes, reaching out to august. his breath hitched in his throat, as her emotions consumed him entirely. he could sense her fear, her anxiety, "you're anxious. why are you anxious?"

"because i don't know who you are and how i ended up here!" august scoffed, her tone indignant. 

maul opened his eyes, noticing august's features for the first time. her skin was pale, with undertones of pink, a blush tinging her cheeks. her eyes were a shade of gray, hints of blue swimming within their depths. her brunette hair was down, with a braid woven around her head. strands of hair poked up, more than likely from a fall. 

although she was sitting, maul couldn't help but notice her curves, her thighs full. it was without a doubt that she was beautiful, even if maul didn't know a single thing about her. she was donned in a grey tunic, royal blue fabric wrapped around her chest. 

"don't be scared," maul murmured, "i am just as confused as you are."

august's eyes widened as she noticed the amber eyes of the zabrak, a ring of crimson around his irises. she swallowed thickly, recalling one truth she learned during her early days of training, "you're a sith, aren't you?"

"i am," maul dipped his head, "you happened to interrupt my training."

"you train in solitude?" august arched a brow. 

"sometimes," maul shrugged, his eyes glancing around the room, "my master is away, on a mission."

"maul," his name was enticing as it tumbled from her lips, "why haven't we killed one another yet?"

her question shocked him. yet, it was a question burning through his mind, consuming his thoughts as he spoke to her. the sith and jedi had been quarreling for years, yet, when he laid his eyes on her, he couldn't help but feel compelled to reach out to her. to touch her. to hold her. hold her in his arms and never let her go. 

what had brought august here? was it the force? even as a sith, the force was a powerful entity to the zabrak. it was something he had yet to understand, to fully comprehend. maybe the force had brought them together, but the question that rang through maul's mind was why? why had the force brought them together?

"i just as unsure as you are," maul's voice was low, eerily quiet. 

"should we touch and see what happens?" august inquired, her eyes curious. 

"i guess we could explore that option," he rumbled, his crimson and black hand reaching out, "although, i'm not quite sure what will happen if we do. the world around us might implode."

august reciprocated, her hand tiny compared to the zabrak's. however, once skin came in contact with skin, their worlds went back. august shot up, her heart thudding in her chest as she glanced around the meadow, feeling as if the entire incident was just a dream. a wild, vivid, intense dream. rising to her feet, she took a hesitant step through the grass, her knees wobbling. the moon was high in the sky, signaling that a few hours had past. 

meanwhile, a zabrak rose to his feet, a dull throbbing in his skull. his muscles ached, sore from hours of combat training. he let out a few, ragged breaths, attempting to clear his cloudy mind. the encounter with the padawan must have been a nightmare, or rather, an interesting daydream. whatever it was, his master, darth sidious could never hear about this. he could never find the truth. yet, when darth maul strolled down the corridor of his ship, a feeling of loneliness unraveled. he couldn't help but feel an engrained feeling of sadness, laced with regret. 

glancing out the viewport, maul gazed at the horizon stretched before him. an endless array of stars glittered, shining bright. 

huffing, august shivered as another breeze rolled through the meadow, the chill seeping through her clothing. yet, she couldn't help but give the sky above her once last look, taking in the way the stars twinkled. 

two lost souls stared at the stars, wondering if the other knew. 

august slipped underneath her sheets, her eyelids heavy. she dozed off, dreaming of her encounter from earlier. the meeting was a pure coincidence. surely there was no driving force behind it. it was all a simple daydream or fever dream. 

darth maul felt exhaustion rack his body, almost collapsing to the floor. he was tired, as he practiced combat technique for hours. yet, this was a new wave of sleep overcomig him. the zabrak crawled to his bed, dreaming about his interaction with the padawan. more than anything, he wanted to permanently ingrain the image of her in his memories, her beauty captivating. 

a sith and padawan's paths intertwined, under the same stars.

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[anonil88]

We are are who we are Episode 7 lb

Look at all those chickens

So quiet on election night thats wild. Maybe because they just don't care.

Sarah showed up in sweats, this is bad.

Damn they are dead, damn.

Trust they see more in barracks, a lil tit is not gonna hurt anyone. Also damn Chloe them thangs are sitting. Hello.

No time at all to pray.

I mean Fraser, your mom is gay she has a bit of semblance that trans people exist. Also taking a child that is not your own to an enfo assessment can turn out awful for that kid if their parents don't accept them. Especially if you are not in a position to take care of and invite that child into your home to raise.

Fraser get your head out your selfishness, be aware of your audience.

God, did their friend die?

A moment of silence simultaneously is eerie.

Oh no ;(

Damn an iud.

I'm with curly haired kid not the blonde one.

Based on Fraser being blunt like that with 0 I still think he may be somewhat on the autism spectrum or at least he has anxiety.

I hope Danny doesn't kill himself.

R.I.P Craig

She is only gay sometimes aka not now, that switch up is hella cold.

Oh, well I guess he gets his bluntness from Maggie.

Basically Maggie you are the distraction and she is breaking up with you.

DAYUM, she does have a son though. One who no one views as her own cause he's not biological which is weird. She already has those insecurities and everyone keeps reminding her of thatm

Grief bonding is real.

Danny is snapping, Sam sees this is ridiculous, and Harper/Cait ran to Fraser fast.

Wait Fraser and Cait could still be a thing, even though I doubt it, cause they aren't cis and Fraser definitely isn't straight.

Gosh this is a bleak group vigil. Oh wow, Craig's wife is there.

So military couples both wear their blues/greens at formal events together gotcha.

Harper/Cait's dad can get drop kicked rn i swear.

Fraser just being a support for Harper/Cait aww he finally got that he said the wrong thing earlier.

Leave her be Maggie.

Sarah really is mothering these two kids, oh fuck Richard is drunk. Damn he knew all 3 soldiers who died closely.

Its not her fault they died also, there is a chain of command. Someone gave her an order and she went along with/followed the order. If she had said no more troops it would have gone over her head and still happened.

This episode is really really good so far. The pacing, the story, just really well done. This series as a whole is a slow burn to the end it seems cause so far this is super cohesive.

Back to the house where they last saw Craig.

Ahh religious battles. So he was gon say no to the alcohol but yes to the coke??

Sam doing coke and ketamine, chileeee.

Drugs and alcohol only provide temporary relief from grief y'all. It's something you actually have to work through even though it hurts.

Yea please someone go follow his widow please. I mean technically even if you divorce someone and have kids you will always be bonded to them. Technically it always follows you that you've been married before in your paper trail.

Noooo Fraser Noooo, you can't just pop up on people like that.

Fraser seeing this half-naked man is bumbling. Yea kid, they were having sex or about to. You interrupted

Maggie is going to put this child under house arrest i swear.

Not these two weirdos baiting a child into a sexual encounter/threesome.

Come thru Dev with this soundtrack though we love a good radiohead moment.

Oh thank the lord he came to his senses, yes lets get out of there Fraser. He clung to that man like a scared leaf and looked at that woman with so much confusion. If Sarah finds out he's getting soldier man is fired.

Okay forest lmao

Thats how you fuck up your bike, don't do that.

Close the fridge before you defrost is damn.

Not him looking for a gun and then deciding on alcohol. Boy it is perfectly okay, you weren't ready and thats okay you aren't old enough and that man is far too old for you.

The freezer please.

Alcohol poisoning here he comes. Where is Maggie? I know Sarah is busy at work but where is Maggie. He feels like a failure because what he was looking for was a male figure to connect to and its muddled with attraction.

Oh there they are, awesome. He is so mad at Sarah. Maggie really can be an excellent mother when Fraser needs it. Glad they are home to take care of him.

They can be soulmates and not fuck.

As I said sex doesn't heal the pain of grief.

Soundtrack is 🔥🔥🔥

Yo Danny stop, omg they all are snapping, this is someone else's house. This is why you don't do psychedelics right when you greive or something traumatic happens. Those folks gonna enter their house and be pissed.

I wonder if the bottle was like half full cause he drank an entire thing of whiskey.

Oh awesome he got his moms to help, yay and Maggie is a doctor too so that works out well.

It is telling that they felt safer calling Fraser and his parents, rather than their own. Glad Danny is okay though.

Kids really don't allow for no funny bidness.

Oop thats a subtle, "I know you're fucking my wife so stop."

But she said it straight up with her wife, like I know why and what you did but let's not do that. Oh so both parents think their kids are bad influences on one another.

Damn so she habitually does this, their relationship has so many unstable variables and factors.

Awe they are on skype, also I now remember Harper/Cait told Fraser not to kiss anyone else.

Clearly Jennifer is still not watching her kids because her son just left out the door. Her son just left and she didn't even ask him what he was doing.

Is he gonna pray? Set up to look like something bad but he's in reality going to pray?

This gif is beautiful

I am excited for the finale, if this is the 2nd to last episode. They both gonna fall into their queerness fully.

#we are who we are hbo #we are who we are #wawwa #wawwa spoilers #wawwa hbo #liveblog

[tastingmellow]

Heyy!!👋🏾👋🏾!! I was wondering if I could request a Friendsgiving fic where Erik and Reader are friends (can be best friends) but there’s mutual pining (maybe neither know the other like the other?). Maybe there’s a lil angst with fluff at the end? Idk how much sense this makes. I just love everything you write❤️

Of course you can! And thank you so much 🥺 Y’all are so fucking sweet 😭

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You downed your second glass of wine of the night with a scowl on your face. Usually, you’d be ecstatic to have your friends around you. Everyone was chipper and excited. They were talking and laughing and you’d be enjoying this Friendsgiving if it weren’t for one thing. Erik. Well, not Erik, you loved him and he was your best friend. However, the chick hanging off of him like she’d a man in her life? You could do without.

You felt a nudge at your side and when you looked over you grinned at seeing your close friend, Monica, standing beside you. “You keep staring at that girl like that and you’re gonna burn a whole in her face.” You chuckled, pouring yourself another glass of wine, diverting your attention away from Erik. “Would that really be so bad?” Mo laughed and shook her head. “You know the girl pays her bills by her looks. You’ll be putting her out of a job.” You laughed loudly and Mo followed suit, leaning against you. “But honestly, why not just tell Erik how you feel?”

You opened your mouth to answer before being cut off by Erik’s friend, Deon, gliding up to you. “You like Erik?” You roll your eyes befor nodding. “I do. But from the looks of it, his eyes are set Leilani.” Deon glanced over his shoulder, spotting them both immediately. “Awe, is someone jealous? Hell, I’d be jealous too. She’s gorgeous.” You looked up at him before bursting out laughing. “Wait, wait. You think I’m jealous of her looks?! No, no, baby. I’m fine as hell. I know this and you know this. I’m not jealous of how she looks. If anything I’m jealous of her boldness.”

“Why is Erik friends with you again?” Mo spoke up and looked at Deon. “Because I’m the best. He need a nigga like me as his friend.” You turned. “He needs a jackass as a friend? Doubtful.” You give him a condescending smile before turning back towards your friend as he scoffs. “This is why Erik won’t date your ass, you talk too much shit. Don’t no nigga want that shit in his life.”

You turned your head. “Will you shut the fuck up? Like seriously. You talk to much for someone who constantly has Erik’s dick your throat. The nigga don’t even like you. He tolerates you.”

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Erik angles his body away from the brown skin woman hanging off his arm. He was trying to politely remove her from it. His eyes glanced over to you, catching you in a pleasant conversation with your closest friend, Monica. You looked so beautiful in that forest green, off the shoulder, knee length, velvet dress. Your hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and your eyes were alight as you laughed with Mo.

“Hey, Lei. You mind going to get me another drink.” He asked her and she nodded. “Anything for you, E.” She spoke in a sultry voice before walking away, her finger tips lingering on his arm. When she was far enough away he turned to his friend, Jason who wore a knowing green. “You know, if you’d just ask her out she’ll say yes?” Erik groaned, leaning his head back as his eyes went back to you, spotting Deon beside you.

“Who the fuck invited that nigga?” Erik spoke and Jason looked as well. “No fucking clue. I thought you did.” Erik turned and shook his head. “Hell no. Y/N can’t stand his ass and I can’t either.” Jason shrugged and placed his hand on Erik’s shoulder. “Seriously though. Ask her out. She’s beautiful and if you keep putting it off imma take my shot.” Erik looked at him and Jason laughed. “And I’m not playing.”

“Fuck you, man.” Erik chuckled and Jason smiled before turning as he heard your voice raise. “Will you shut the fuck up?!...” Erik heard your agitated voice from the kitchen and he groaned. “Please don’t tell me he’s antagonizing her. “ He made his way to where you were, hearing your voice again.

“...he tolerates you.” Then Deon’s voice followed. “Bitch, you got one more time to get slick with me. You think that nigga gon’ want you and you talking to his friend like that?” Erik tilted his head, shoving his way through, “Nigga, you not even my damn associate so who the fuck do you think you are bucking up against my best friend in my house?”

All eyes went to Erik as he lifted his pants, eyes ablaze with rage. “Man, she run her fucking mouth too much.”

“And you got one more time to disrespect her and Imma lay yo ass out.” Erik spoke and Deon opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a swift punch to his mouth. He groaned, covering his bloody mouth with his hand. The house went silent as you looked at Erik. You cleared your throat and all eyes went to you. “No, can you clean him up while I talk to Erik?” Mo nodded and grabbed Deon while you dragged Erik back to one of the rooms.

You pulled him in and shut the door behind you before taking in a deep breath and looking at Erik who sat on the bed. “What...the fuck, E?” You looked at him and he scoffed as he watched you pace. “You can’t go punching every bitch who says some shit about me. And you know his ass too much of a bitch NOT to press charges. You know he’s that type of fuck nigga.” You sighed, placing a hand on your forehead as Erik stood up and gripped your waist in his hands.

“Y/N, I’m not about to let some bitch ass boy come in my house and disrespect my best friend. That’s not going to happen.” You sigh and walk away from him. “Erik, I genuinely don’t know why all this is a concern when you were too caught up in miss big boobies to even say hey to me when I got here.” Erik took a step closer, shaking his head. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Then what the fuck was it, Erik? You were obviously too damn distracted to say hi to your best friend.” Erik scoffed. “She was forcing my attention on her and whenever I did leave she’d just find me again.” You looked at him. “That really sounds like bullshit.” You laughed and Erik’s jaw clenched. “It’s not. I’m not even interested in her ass.”

“Well, you could’ve fooled me.” Erik laughed and rolled his eyes. “Y/N, don’t do this shit, right now.” You nodded, hollowing your cheeks. “Alright, E. Well, I’m going to go home. Have a wonderful night.”

“So, what? You’re just gonna leave after I just defended you.” You turned around and looked at him. “And I didn’t ask you to do that.” Erik scoffed and rubbed his hand over his face. “You didn’t have to ask. I needed to defend you.”

“You really didn’t need to.” You crossed your arms as Erik got closer. “Yes, I did. Y/N, I did.” You shook your head, laughing. “You didn’t, Erik.” Erik threw his hands up before letting them fall to his sides. “Yes, the fuck I did. Why can’t you understand that?”

“Because you didn’t have to, what the fuck do you mean?! You had to do that for what, Erik?!”

“Because I love you!” He screamed and you paused. “I fucking love you, Y/N. Not in the way a best friend loves another best friend. In the way where every time you smile my heart skips. Every time you touch me I get goosebumps. In the way where my fucking heart feels like it’s gonna explode when you just look at me. I love you like that.”

It was silent for a moment as you looked at him in shock. You let out shaky breaths as Erik moved to leave. You gripped his wrist, pulling him back and falling on the bed with you on top of him. Your lips immediately crashed into his. The kiss was slow, deep, passionate. You putting all your emotions into it. Everything you felt was put into that kiss and Erik recognized it.

When you pulled away, Erik looked up at you. “I love you too, E...” you softly whispered as you cupped his face. He chuckled and licked his lips, his hands gliding up and down your back. Erik relaxes into the bed, your head resting against his chest. “How long?” You mutter and Erik looks down. “How long what?”

“How long have you known you loved me?” You ask and Erik laughs softly, “Since the moment you punched me in the neck at that party.” You laugh at the memory. “You were trying to touch my ass.”

“I was trying to get the fork behind you.” You giggled and Erik gently kissed your head. “I fell in love with you the day after when you sent me a basket of banana nut and chocolate muffins for the misunderstanding.” You spoke truthfully. He’d sent you the basket because it was a misunderstanding and in all honesty you should’ve sent the basket but Erik felt bad because he really could have just asked you to hand it to him.

“We really are oblivious.” Erik asks and you shrug. “It’s alright, but you’ve got a lot of making up to do. For lost time.”

“What about the party?”

“They’ll be alright for a few minutes.” Erik flipped you on your back, slotting himself between your legs. “Oh, baby. It’s gonna be a lot longer than that for you. I’ve got you and I’m not letting you go.” To

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[ladyshandioftheendless]

Shandi’s Writer’s Month Prompts!

Day 10: Bunnies

Requested by @tanookiroxx (also thanks for the story idea! THIS GON’ B GUD~ >3)

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“Take good care of my little Snowball, Nikki~” 

“Don’t worry, Princess I got this~” 

StarChild smiled and kissed Nikki’s cheek. “You’re an absolute sweetheart~ I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can but..I just know the Council is going to talk my ears off..” he sighed heavily and leaned his forehead against the door. He suddenly squeaked when he felt a hand squeeze his ass. “You get through this, baby..and I’ll give you a good time when you come back~” 

“Mmm..you got a deal~” He kissed Nikki one last time before leaving. Nikki sighed and opened Snowball’s cage to let her out. “Looks like it’s just you, me..” he held up two bottles of liquor. “..and Jack Daniels tonight, little girl.” 

Two bottles eventually turned into three. Then four. StarChild had been gone for hours and all Nikki could do to stave off his boredom was drink. Snowball was back in her cage fast asleep and nice and full from being fed. There was no need to worry about her. Which was good because he was drunk. He stumbled over to StarChild’s bed and fell onto it. Maybe..his Princess would be back by the time he woke up...

~*~

“Nik! Nik! Wake up!” 

“Huh..? Tommy..?”

“C’mon! You don’t wanna miss dinner do ya?” 

“Dinner..?” Nikki woke up and rubbed his head. Damn, his head was killing him. Three bottles of Jack was definitely his limit. His stomach growled loudly. “Fuck..guess I am hungry..” He stood up and brushed the leaves out of his tail. 

Wait WHAT?

LEAVES?

TAIL?!

“What the fuck?!” He looked around. What was he doing in a forest? And why did he have a wolf’s tail?! When he spotted Tommy he gaped. He had a wolf tail too! And ears! What the ever-loving fuck?! “The hell’s goin’ on, Tommy?! Why do you look like that?!” Tommy looked back at him with a weird expression. “What’re you talkin’ about, Nik? This is how I’ve always looked. Did you drink too much again and pass out?” Nikki rubbed his head again, flinching at his own wolf ears. “Y-yeah..guess so..” 

“Then you need to get off your ass, my man! Or do you wanna miss gettin’ a good piece of tail~?” Nikki’s ears perked right up and he laughed. “Yeah, didn’t think so~ C’mon!” Speechless, Nikki followed hos fellow ‘wolf’ deeper onto the forest. 

As they approached a clearing they heard giggling. Tommy grinned, showing off all of his sharp teeth. “We’re here, Nik..take a look~” With a raised eyebrow, Nikki peeked through the trees that surrounded the clearing. He couldn’t believe what the hell he was seeing. People. Really pretty people dressed up in sexy bunny costumes. Ears. Tails. Skimpy suits. Fishnets. Bow ties. The whole nine yards. 

WHAT THE FUCK

He was definitely dreaming..cause this was too fucking crazy to be real. Tommy nudged him. “Like what you’re seein’ huh? Yeah, me too~ They’re gonna make a good meal for us tonight~” Truth be told, it wasn’t food Nikki was thinking about when he caught sight of one particular bunny. Dressed in purple with platform heels. Long silky black ears sticking out of a head of dark curly hair. That looked..very familiar. The bunny turned and Nikki’s jaw dropped. “Princess...?” 

“See one you like~?” 

“Yeah..I sure do~” How could he resist a hot little bunny that looked exactly like his Princess? He licked his lips as his tail swished back and forth.” “I’m gonna mount that purple one~” 

“Gonna wha?” 

“You heard me~” 

“Ohhhh I getcha~ Go get ‘im, Nik!!”

With a wolfish smirk Nikki disappeared into the brush. He circled the lake slowly and silently, his eyes focused on nothing but the beautiful purple bunny. His patience shortened by the second due to his pants becoming incredibly uncomfortable. He growled as he readied himself to pounce. “You’re mine, little bunny~” He jumped out and tackled the purple bunny to the ground. “GOTCHA!!” When the bunny screamed he was admittedly a little freaked out. He even sounded the same as Princess! “Wolf!! Wolf!!” the bunny shouted, causing all of the other bunnies to scatter. Tommy cursed and ran after one. A blond one dressed in pink. Was that..Vince..? Whatever. Didn’t matter. He had how own bunny to focus on. This was so fucking weird. It was Princess..but it wasn’t. Princess wouldn’t look at him with such fear in his eyes. “Relax, little bunny..I’m not gonna eat ya~” 

“Y-you’re not..?” 

“Nah..I’m just gonna mount you and make you mine~” 

“Ohhh..please, Mr. Wolf..I’ll do whatever you want if you let me go..” 

Nikki almost laughed. This was like some freaky roleplay. He could get into this~ “After I’m done with you..you won’t want me to~” 

“Nikki?”

“Mmmph..don’t bother me I’m busy.” 

“I have to, Nikki..because it’s time to wake up.” 

“Wha..? How d’you know my--” 

~*~

Nikki bolted up, almost smacking his head against StarChild’s. “W-what the hell?! Where am I?!” 

“Relax, Nikki!” StarChild moved close and rubbed his back. “You’re in my room. You fell asleep. I’m sorry I woke you up like that but it looked like you were having a dream.” 

“Oh..” It’s true. He was. And what a dream. He turned to look at StarChild, part of him expecting to see bunny ears. “..yeah..guess I was..”

“It wasn’t bad was it? What was it about?” 

Nikki chuckled and shook his head. “Princess..you wouldn’t believe me if I told ya~ But..it gave an idea for the next time we get together~” 

~END~

#Shandi's Writing Month! #Shandi's KISSteriaverse #~StarTerror~

[lesbianlovelanguage]

i don’t wanna talk about it (i don’t wanna think about it)

Billie walks her pride and joy down the silent Old Cherry Lane at 2 am, just far enough that it won’t wake up her mom or step-dad. Once she’s cleared the block, she hops on the back of her bike and speeds through a sleepy Hawkins towards Steph Harrington’s house. She would head to the abandoned quarry, but she can practically hear Steph’s insistence that Billie shouldn’t hide out at the quarry at night because there are bears or some shit. Billie thought her warning was ridiculous, but she was trying to be nice now, and straight up laughing at Steph, when her face was pinched in worry and her tone serious, was probably not very nice.

Plus, Steph had beer, which is exactly what Billie needs right now.

So she speeds across the tiny town of Hawkins, Indiana to the Harrington’s big, empty house in the middle of the night. Which was probably incredibly stupid, considering she and Steph weren’t friends or anything. Sure they had gotten closer after Billie had apologized about beating her face in last fall, but they weren’t friends. More acquaintances who got stoned together at parties.

Between Billie’s manic speed and Hawkin’s empty streets, she makes it to the Harrington household in record time. When she gets there, she pulls her bike around to the side of the house, and heads towards the back doors. She freezes up as soon as she rounds the corner though, because there in the pool, was Steph Harrington herself, swimming lazy laps in the pool.

Billie was transfixed. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen Steph swim- Steph had invited her to all her meets, and Billie had actually gone, once- but there was something so personal about this moment. Steph wasn’t swimming for a medal or a trophy, just swimming for herself, stretching her lithe body with every stroke, before diving under to flip over and kick off the wall.

Billie stood there, mesmerized, for a couple minutes before she came back to herself. She shook her head, as if to clear it, and walked forward to break the tranquil laps.

“Harrington!” Billie barked to get her attention. Steph stopped her gentle strokes and ducked under the surface, popping back up a second later and shooting a glare towards where Billie was leaning against one of the big glass windows, her short brown locks plastered to her face in a way that resembled a drowned kitten. Cute, Billie thought.

“What the fuck, Hargrove? You scared the shit out of me.” She quickly disappeared back into the water, emerging just as quickly, now with her hair slicked back against her head.

“I could ask you the same question, princess. Why are you swimming in the middle of the fucking night? I thought there were bears in the forest.” She couldn’t help but mock Steph a little for the irony of the situation. Just because she was trying to be nice didn’t mean she couldn’t tease Steph, right?

“It’s my pool, I can swim whenever the fuck I want. Now, what are you doing here?” Maybe Steph’s prissy tone would suggest otherwise. Oops.

Billie withdrew a little, her smartass smirk being knocked off in the face of Steph’s crankiness, replaced instead with a deep frown. Her eyes go from studying Steph’s face, illuminated by the pool’s underwater lights making her look almost ethereal, to studying the concrete below her combat boots with equal focus. She notices a new scuff on the toe.

“Forget it, I’m just gon-“ she spins on her heel, preparing to fuck off and go to the quarry despite Steph’s warnings. She knew this was a stupid idea.

“Wait!” Billie heard the sloshing of Steph pulling herself out of the pool, but didn’t look up at her as she called out, “You don’t have to leave, I just wanna know why you showed up at my house at 2 in the morning.”

“I couldn’t sleep. Told me it wasn’t safe or whatever at the quarry, so I figured I’d come here.”

“Oh, okay. In that case, you want pizza rolls?” Just like that, the annoyance in her voice was gone, replaced with a casual nonchalance.

Billie’s eyes shot up from the ground, looking skeptically at Steph, who had grabbed a towel she had laid by the pool. She was absently drying herself off, looking over and waiting for Billie’s response.

Billie was momentarily distracted by the sight of Steph in a black one piece, accenting the soft curves of her athletic form, from strong shoulders down all the way down to her narrow hips. She must have taken too long to respond, because Steph cleared her throat, impatient.

“What? You’re just gonna roll with me showing up at your house at 2 am, and offer me pizza rolls?” Scrambling for something to say, Billie fell back on her standard biting retorts. Damn it, she was trying to be nice now.

“Well, yeah. Everyone likes pizza rolls.” Steph shrugs, wrapping herself in the towel.

“Okay, sure. Fuck, let’s go eat pizza rolls.” And with Billie’s acceptance, Steph turned and walked through the open sliding door into the house, either not noticing or not caring about the small puddles she was leaving in her wake.

Billie trailed behind Steph as she walked through the massive living room into the kitchen, mindful of the water on the hardwood floor. She arrived in the kitchen in time to see Steph pulling out the small box of Jeno’s Pizza Rolls and going to preheat the oven.

Setting the box next to the stove, Steph tossed a casual, “Give me a sec, I’m just going to go change real quick.” Billie nodded and she hustled up to her room to change.

Billie studied the kitchen while she waited. It was oddly sterile, only the couple of dirty dishes suggesting that someone lived here, and it wasn’t just a kitchen in a magazine. There were no magnets on the fridge or pictures on the wall to break up the weird patterned wallpaper.

Steph came running down the stairs into the kitchen a couple minutes later, dressed in an oversized t-shirt that fell over her running shorts, making it look as if she weren’t wearing any pants. Her hair was still dripping water, creating small water marks in the fabric covering her shoulders. Billie kind of missed the swimsuit, but this wasn’t too tragic of a replacement.

Steph continued over to the stove, and popped the pizza rolls into the oven, setting a timer for 8 minutes. Afterwards, she turned to face Billie. An awkward silence fell over the two girls.

“So, uh. Got any beer?” Billie asked.

“Uh, yeah. I think we have a couple. Let me check.” Steph walked over to the fridge and began digging around, pulling out two Corona bottles. She grabbed a bottle opener from the drawer next to the fridge and popped both of the caps off. She handed one to Billie and took a long pull from hers, settling against the counter across from where Billie had decided to lean against the wall, just studying Billie’s face with an intensity that made her shuffle her feet. I really should have just gone to the stupid fucking quarry.

“Ya know, I’ve never had a Corona before?” Billie remarked, hoping to break the weird tension.

“Shit, really? It’s all my dad drinks.” Steph taking another pull from her bottle, finishing it. Billie noticed how her soft, pink lips wrapped around the opening and her delicate hands, so unlike Billie’s scarred and calloused hands. She quickly squashed that particular thought process as Steph grabbed another beer from the fridge, returning to her original place, and continued to study Billie’s face.

“Yeah, usually it’s just the cheapest beer I can get. This shit’s fancy.” She then took a long drink to stop her nervous rambling. Steph in her pajamas, looking so comfortable and still fucking studying Billie’s face, was really throwing her off her game.

They lapsed back into a stilted silence, as Steph just kept staring at Billie and Billie stared right back, a challenge in her eyes over Steph’s sudden fascination with her face. She resolutely ignored the chills that shot up her spine from meeting Steph’s big, brown bambi eyes.

The timer broke them out of their weird showdown, and Steph turned to pull the pizza rolls out of the oven. She pulled down two plates, and split the pizza rolls evenly onto each plate.

“You, uh. You mind if we head back outside? It’s pretty nice out.” Steph asked, even though it was decidedly not nice out. The Indiana summer, with all its disgustingly sticky humidity, had decided to start up, even though they had only just entered May.

“Sure, it’s your house amigo.”

They took their plates and beer back out to the pool, and Steph settled on the edge, dipping her bare feet into the water. Billie sat next to her, opting not to dunk her feet in, unwilling to get her fishnets wet. She does take off her heavy combat boots though in an attempt to get more comfortable, and settles in, stretching her legs out to where they were almost touching Steph’s bare thigh.

Steph picked at the plate on her lap for a minute before looking up at Billie.

“What happened to your face?” She asked in a quiet voice, as if hesitant to break up the ambiance of crickets chirping and the gentle waves she made from kicking her feet in the water.

“Eh, you know. Some asshole jock couldn’t keep his hands to himself and his girlfriend got pissy. She definitely looks worse though.”

“Was it Tammy? She can be a bitch; I’d love to see her get smacked for once.”

“Um, yeah. You know how she is about Carl.” Steph chuckled. Tammy and Carl were the reigning Prom King and Queen, both assholes in their own ways. They had tried to get Billie to join their little cheerleading squad, but Billie couldn’t give a fuck less about school spirit, so they eventually left her alone.

Steph stopped picking at her pizza rolls and turned towards Billie, a mischievous glint in her eye. Danger they seem to say.

“Hey, you wanna play 20 questions?”

“What are we, fourth graders?”

“I mean, it’s better than sitting here in silence all night, and besides I barely know anything about you except you love your bike and you’re really giggly when you’re high.”

“You’re never gonna let that go huh?” Billie remembered the moment Steph was referring to, when they had both been at Cherry or Sherry or whoever’s party and snuck upstairs to share a joint and Billie had started giggling at something stupid Steph had said. It had been a good night.

“Nope,” Steph said, popping the p. “That was some funny shit. Big, bad Billie Hargrove rolling around on the floor and giggling? Amazing. The highlight of my high school years. So you want to play or what?”

“Sure. What’s the worst that can happen?” Famous last words.

“Ok, starting easy. What’s your favorite color?” Billie snorted.

“Blue. What’s yours? I bet it’s like Barbie pink or some shit.”

Steph looked mock offended. “I’ll have you know, it’s actually purple.”

“Ah, going for the royal aesthetic. Classic princess. Your turn again.”

“What? You can’t ask the same question, that’s cheating.”

“How is that cheating? We’re playing fucking twenty questions, you can’t cheat.”

“Whatever. Fine.”

She smirked, and Billie felt anxiety begin to pool in her stomach. “What was your first kiss like?”

Shit. She’s definitely not telling Steph that her first kiss was a girl named Melissa in sixth grade, who wore strawberry lip gloss and always smacked her bubble gum in history class no matter how many times their teacher scolded her, even if it was fucking spin the bottle. “Um, I don’t really remember.”

“I call bull. Everybody remembers their first kiss. Come on.”

“Oh yeah? Then what was your first kiss, Queen Steph?” Billie deflected.

“Easy, Nick Johnson in fifth grade. We were playing spin the bottle in Viktor’s basement.”

“Really? You kissed Nick? The red headed douche bag?”

“Hey, he wasn’t as much of a douche bag back then, alright? And it was spin the bottle, no one takes that shit seriously.” She says as she knocks her thigh against Billie’s foot, oblivious to the irony of her statement.

“Right,” Billie says skeptically. “I bet he still dreams about it. ‘Oh Steph, you’re so pretty’,” Billie begins to dramatically moan and make vague sexual hand gestures.

“Oh fuck off Hargrove. I told you mine, so what’s really yours?” Billie drops her hands and racks her brain for a lie. Somehow, her bullshitting ability fails her, and she comes up empty handed.

“I really don’t remember Harrington,” her tone icy.

“Fine, whatever. Don’t tell me.” She pouts, sticking her bottom lip out. “You know that means I win right? Since you won’t answer my question”

“You can’t win 20 questions, that’s not how it works.”

“Oh, excuse me. I wasn’t aware I was playing with a 20 questions expert. I still say I won. What do you wanna do now?”

“I don’t know.” Bille taps her chin, pretending to think, before pulling out a dangerous smirk. “Oh, i know, how about this.” She says as she reaches the short distance and pushes Steph into the pool. She breaks the surface to glare at Billie, looking like a wet cat again.

“Oh fuck you Hargrove, really mature.” Her tone wasn’t pissy this time, more over dramatically pouty as she moved toward the wall to climb out.

“Maybe not, but your face was funny.” Billie states as she reaches out her hand to help her out, a shit-eating grin on her face. The cockiness is wiped off her face quickly though when Steph uses Billie’s outstretched hand to pull her in. She pops back up with a gasp and a deadly glare.

“What the fuck Harrington, these braids took forever. Goddamnit.” She laments, reaching up to touch her wet hair, praying the braids don’t completely die.

“Doesn’t feel so good, does it?” Steph lounges with her arms thrown over the side of the pool.

“I’ll show you what doesn’t feel good,” and Billie proceeds to swim over and dunk Steph underwater, leading to an all-out water brawl, the two girls wrestling each other for the upper ground.

They both stop eventually, out of breath and smiling. Billie finally notices how close they are, Steph practically panting in her face. She feels the weight of her daisy dukes and knows they’re going to be unbearably uncomfortable once she gets out, but she currently couldn’t find any regret in her. If the price of feeling Steph’s warm, firm body pressed to her, she would happily walk around with sopping wet denim every fucking day.

Billie hazards a guess that Steph isn’t wearing a bra underneath her oversized t-shirt, can feel her nipples through the soaked material.

Steph must notice how close they are too, but neither making any move to pull away. Minuteshoursdaysyears pass by with them holding onto each other, and Steph tries to keep looking at Billie, but her eyes dip down towards Billie’s mouth every couple of seconds, and finally she whispers, “Let me try something?”

Billie can only nod her head, caught up in the tender quietness of the moment as Steph leans down and catches Billie’s mouth with her own.

It’s just a soft peck at first, but Steph quickly gains confidence when Billie doesn’t immediately move away or push her under the water again, dipping back down to give her a longer kiss. It quickly turns heated, teeth and tongues battling for dominance, but before they can move past kissing, she feels Billie shiver against her.

Steph breaks away, panting, and suggests moving inside. Billie nods again, can’t believe this is happening to her, and can only watch Steph as she climbs out and walks back into the house, taking off her shirt before she steps in to the house and tracks more water inside.

Billie was right. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

#fem!harringrove #fem!billy #fem!steve #biker!billy owns my ass #writing this made me miss swim team #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove fic #stranger things #tay writes

[trouvelle]

Highway to Hell

Fandom: DCMK Characters: Hattori Heiji, Kudo Shinichi, Kuroba Kaito Rating: PG-13  Genre/Tags: Supernatural!AU, brothers Summary: Shinichi and Heiji are two brothers who hunt supernatural beings, more often than not with the aid of an angel named Kaito.

•

A deafening gunshot pierces through the usually silent forest, followed by muffled cursing and hurried footsteps.

Heiji’s heart thuds painfully loud against his chest as he bursts into the clearing. His senses are on high alert, and every little sound has him snapping his head backwards and raising his revolver more.

Where ya at?

Heiji considers sending an SOS to Kaito, but decides against it because the angel hasn’t been around enough lately to warrant any sort of human-to-angel vibe contact. He’s not sure if Kaito is ignoring them on purpose or simply busy with his angel duties right now.

He steps around one of the trees, being careful not to let his body parts near any of the grey goo on the floor (he learned the hard way a few minutes ago when his forearm got singed off). He’s not really sure what they are dealing with this time; there are no records on their father’s journal, and it isn’t really like any of the kinds of ghosts or demons they’ve ever fought before. The only thing Heiji learned is that, that thing that looks like human is anything but. The thing is similar to shapeshifters, and Heiji knows how to handle shapeshifters pretty well now, but that creature is way stronger and is resilient to bullets.

•

As he creeps towards the old house he last sees his brother at, he catches a brief shadow dart past inside the house. And there’s another figure, crouching no further than twenty feet away, hidden from plain sight behind a bush. He lets out a sigh of relief.

“There ya are.”

“Jesus fucking Christ. Don’t scare me like that.” Shinichi jumps as Heiji slides to position himself next to him, his voice a harsh whisper.

“Sorry.” Heiji grunts, his voice equally an octave lower.

“So, what have you got on this thing?” asks Shinichi.

“Well… It bleeds black goo, spits grey that’s capable of burning things off,” he pauses to point at his right arm, seeing a small burn mark on the jacket he is wearing, “It either takes on human form or found a poor human to possess, and… it’s alone.”

“Not very helpful.”

“Shut up!”

Shinichi shoots Heiji an annoyed look and immediately scans their surroundings once more. “Lower your voice. Unless you're that eager to give away our location.”

There is no harm in being cautious, but as far as this creature goes, Heiji is pretty sure it's quite lacking in the hearing department. He complies anyway. “We need to come up with a plan.”

After five more minutes of ragged whispers and soft arguments, they come to a conclusion. Shinichi is going to barge in from the front door, grab the creature’s attention while Heiji comes in quietly from the back and gut him. It sounds fool-proof enough.

•

Heiji moves slowly towards the back of the house, and waits for Shinichi’s signal to enter. As soon as he hears him shouting, he will know it’s his cue. He holds on tightly to the axe he finds in the shed before, hoping it won’t be too much of a mess, even though there are high chances that he’ll probably be splattered with black goo.

Well.. at least it’s not blood. It’s hard to explain to the police who have been prone to stop cars in the middle of the highway lately. He lets himself into the house, trying to muffle his footsteps.

Any second now.

“So, having fun possessing people lately?”

That sounds like Heiji’s cue. He moves in as stealthily as he can, trying to ensure that he won’t be discovered. Shinichi is still taunting the creature, who has taken control over a human’s body. The lights on in the dilapidated house bounces off the creature’s host face, revealing his human features. Heiji feels sorry for the man. He must have had a family, maybe with beautiful children, but he’d never be able to see them again. Even if he did, he most certainly won’t be the same man; he’d be left vacant, as if his soul has already left his body. This is what possession did to people; the pain was to the extent that their mind automatically shuts down to prevent any more damage.

But there is no time for sympathy. It’s not enough to go around, and he has a hunt to complete.

Heiji creeps up behind the creature, and raises his axe, about to swing it downwards when the creature turns and shoves him backwards with lightning fast reflexes. It snarls as Shinichi lifts his gun and shoots at him. That barely has any effect on it, its skin merely absorbed the bullets. The creature spits at Shinichi, narrowly missing him as he jumps out of the way, the wall scorched where he was just a moment ago. Heiji cursed as he got up, trying to catch Shinichi’s eyes.

Fuck, what do we do now?

We have to make a run for it.

It’s gon’ chase us!

Or we can just retreat into the kitchen, the backside of the house, let it think that it’s got us cornered, and just when it’s moving we can—

Their mental conversation is abruptly stopped as the creature suddenly speaks.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the famed Hunter brothers. I’ve heard a lot about you guys, you’ve certainly made a lot of enemies back in Hell.”

“What is it to you?” Shinichi answers, as he slowly inches closer to Heiji. The creature’s eyes follow him, but it’s not making any move to stop him.

“Mm, Gin has got a price tag on your heads. Eternal freedom for your souls.”

“Skip the bullshit, will ya?! What are you and why are you here? Are you under Gin’s command?” Heiji scoffs, swinging the axe to a thud on the wooden floor.

“Impatient aren’t you? Hmm… Then you must be Heiji.” taunts the creature, its eyes glinting under the dim light in a way that looks so wrong in human eyes.

“Yeah yeah, we’re pretty popular. Everyone wants a piece of us.” Heiji smirks, and continues, “If ya tell us, we can try ta work somethin’ out. Unless ya want us to kill ya right away.”

“Let me decide whether I should answer your question or not. What do I get if I tell you anything?”

“We won’t kill you.” Shinichi is next to Heiji now, both of them looking frighteningly tall and formidable against a stooped figure. The contrast is almost comical.

“Do you honestly think that humans of your calibre would be able to kill me?” The creature snorts. “But I shall just answer your questions anyway, since you won’t be living long enough to tell anyone else. Mmm, I’m older than any vampires you’ve come across, any demons or any of those disgusting leeches you find in hell, and I’m here because well, why can’t I be here? And Gin, no, I’m not really a fan of demons. No—”

Its words are prematurely cut off as Shinichi charges forward at him, the element of surprise on his side as he catches the creature’s face with a knife. The wound is deep, and would have killed any normal being, but it only served to annoy the creature as its skin began rapidly patching itself up, leaving an unblemished face just a few seconds later. The creature backhands Shinichi with enough force to send him flying into a cabinet. It grins as it turns to block Heiji’s blow, backing him into the wall and keeping a strong hand on his neck.

Heiji knows he can’t reach for his revolver with the grip that it was holding him, so he extends his hands out blindly for a weapon, something, anything that can be used to defend himself. Black dots are swimming in his vision now, and his fingers forms around something that felt like a large detergent bottle, he angles it upwards and swings it down to hit the—

“How’s your little problem doing, Heiji?” The creature smiles wickedly. “You’re not even in a good shape to help your older brother. And I heard you’ve been hallucinating about Lucifer~”

“Let go of him!” Shinichi angles the axe that Heiji previously dropped at the creature, narrowly missing its head by a hair’s breadth. “And don’t ask about our personal issues.” The creature snarls and lunges for Shinichi, while Heiji aims the bottle at it, hoping to distract it while Shinichi finishes the job.

For some strange reason, or as luck would have it, the creature’s skin started sizzling where Heiji throws the bottle. It burns a hole on its neck and shoulder, and the creature screams as the burn becomes deeper and gruesome.

“What the fuck was that? Get more and pour on him!” Shinichi shouts over the creature’s scream, his face a mask of wonder and incredulity.

“Don’t need ta tell me twice.” Heiji looks over at the bottle and almost laughs. Borax. Fucking Borax can hurt the thing. He grabs a few more from the cabinet and quickly splashes it over the creature, as Shinichi moves to behead it before its accelerated healing abilities starts to heal the wounds.

They finally heaves a big sigh of relief as the creature’s head rolls away from its body, sliding down against the wall. An exhausted cacophony of fucks and what the fuck was all that abouts soon follows.

•

“You two better burn the head or keep it far from the body.”

Shinichi and Heiji nearly jumps as Kaito suddenly appears, the angel has an extremely amused look on his face.

“Why?”

“You know that it’s going to reattach itself if the head’s close enough. And I don’t think you’d want an angry leviathan after you.”

Heiji gives him a blank look.

“Is he joking or..?” Kaito narrows his eyes and turns to the older of the duo. “Don’t tell me that this is your first Leviathan?”

Shinichi merely gives him a shrug. Yep, another achievement— their first Leviathan kill.

Kaito looks no less entertained. Oh well, no harm in explaining before things turn ugly. Although by the looks of it, the fact that a Leviathan was roaming on Earth indicates that something wrong has happened. Something must’ve started to take a turn for the nasty.

“Leviathans are the creatures locked inside Purgatory. They are way older than any vampires, shapeshifters, ghouls, ghosts, and demons. Even older than us angels. They used to call the shots back then before God decided to lock them up. Therefore, them being on Earth is bad news. For all of us.”

“Well damn,” Shinichi mutters. He runs his fingers through his hair in exhaustion. They’ve already got their hands full on picking up after their father’s job without much guidance, also while hellbent on looking for the man. Now this?

“You didn’t even get to see the best part. They usually dislocate their vessel’s jaw and show you their one giant mouth with a forked tongue,” Kaito comments, and seeing the other two staying silent, he adds: “And they have gigantic piranha teeth.”

“So, ya got any idea what they’re planning ta d—” Heiji stops and rolls his eyes as Kaito suddenly zaps himself out of sight again, “Fucking angels.”

Shinichi turns to Heiji, wanting to remind him that Kaito is not one of the bad angels. Although.. Kaito does get on his nerves. The angel likes to zap in and out of thin air as he pleases.

Shinichi settles with a sigh, motioning Heiji to help with the clean-up. Best to take Kaito’s advice before the Leviathan wakes up crying blood.

•

“Ya mind if I drive tonight?”

“No.”

“I won’t drive us off the main route.”

“Dammit, Heiji, no.”

“I promise, no more detours this time, no matter how hungry I am.”

Shinichi spares him a glance of disbelief. Did Heiji seriously think he’ll fall for that? “We’ve talked about this. When there’s a motorbike, you take the wheel. But when we’re with this car, I take the wheel.”

Heiji opens his mouth, as if he is on the brink of retorting something else, but he changes his mind about what he’s going to say next. “How about some dinner? I’m starving.”

Shinichi snorts. Of course. The last food they had was around 6 o’clock last night, before they began tailing the Leviathan. He can see the sky gradually getting brighter now, the dark blue of the night giving way to the a soft yellow. “It’s literally sunrise now. We might as well be getting breakfast.”

“How about omelettes?”

“Make that omelettes and orange juice.”

#kudo shinichi #hattori heiji #kuroba kaito #dcmk #spn!AU #shinichi and heiji as the winchester brothers and kaito as castiel basically #this was so so much fun to write oh my #Supernatural? YES #DCMK x Supernatural? HELL YES #dcmk fandom's very own Team Free Will #hunters #adventure #fic #heishin #kaishin #heikaishin #kaito kid

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FFT: a visit from the sugarplum fairy; daryl dixon

Notes:

So this kinda.. turned weird. Like a vision / dream type thing in some parts. Pretty sure this would fall in either the timeline where Daryl and Evie arrive at quarry camp married or in their non apocalypse au, maybe both. Anyway, here tis.

Summary:

Daryl has an accident while hunting, that leads to a vision. That kind of comes true to an extent when years later, he meets Evie at a bar his brother Merle frequents and they wind up dating..

Warnings:

uhh, supernatural element - visions, injury mention, vague hints of Shane past and fluff.

Pairing:

Daryl Dixon x OFC, Evie

Everything went black and for a few seconds, Daryl Dixon found himself sort of just lingering, floating somewhere between conscious and unconscious. As he slipped between the two, everything around him outside of his mind carried on.

Daryl shielded his eyes at the blinding pure white light. “What th’ fuckin hell?” he muttered. His stomach churned. He couldn’t be dead. The anger bubbled forth, he was supposed to go out fighting, not be thrown from a damn horse. He was too young to die.

He didn’t particularly want to, either.

Maybe that’s why he called out, “Hey, yo, JC.. There’s a mistake, man. I ain’t dyin today. Not like this. Me n Merle, we’re gonna start our own garage when he gets outta th’ pen.”

His voice echoed.

The light seemed to flicker and pulsate and laughter bubbled out from within. Daryl’s brow raised and he stepped forward, hand raised. Into the light he went, despite everything in him knowing it might not be a good idea.

The lanky 16 year old stood there, watching a leggy blonde move around a kitchen, a little boy who looked like he did when he was a younger kid hot on her heels.

“Momma?”

“Yeah, Daryl?”

For a minute, Daryl thought he was seeing what could’ve been. What life might have been like if his mother bothered to sober up and his daddy was outta the picture. If she hadn’t nearly lit the whole damn house on fire and burned to death in her sleep because of her one last cigarette.

But things were… Off.

The house was too clean. There were things inside it that Daryl had only seen on commericals prior to that point. And his momma wasn’t blonde. She had light brown hair like his. The leggy blonde standing in front of the stove at the moment looked like she’d been ripped out of one of his wildest dreams.

He found himself drawn to her, unable to stop himself from moving closer.

The little boy spoke up again.

“When daddy gets home, think he’ll take me out to shoot my new bow?”

Daryl’s mouth curved upward in a smile and he chuckled. He noticed the calendar and he gaped at the date “December 21st 2009”, blinking and rubbing his eyes.

The little girl with her momma’s blonde hair raced into the room, genuinely excited. Like someone had given her all the dolls in the world, a fairy wing flapping crooked and dirty bare feet.

“Momma! Daddy’s motorcycle’s comin! I’ll get him a plate. I bet he’s real hungry.”

The blonde knelt down to the little girl “It is, huh, praline? Well then, I guess you better go get those hands washed. You let Momma worry about the table, m’kay?” and then she turned to the slightly older child. “You too, son. And I mean wash those hands. Don’t just go in and run water.”

“Momma, c’mon. My hands ain’t dirty.” the boy argued, pouting when his mother gave a firm shake of her head and pointed down the hallway. Daryl’s eyes followed her finger’s direction and he turned his attention back to the blonde and the boy, swallowing hard, waiting. Suddenly, he felt like he was standing on pins and needles. Hot ones at that. Her next words had him nearly choking.

“Daryl Jr, you get to that bathroom and wash those hands, sir.”

The boy slunk away, muttering to himself and making Daryl laugh as he observed it. And then, the strangest thing happened.

The little girl looked dead at him and took off at a run towards his denim clad legs, hugging them. Hazel eyes darted around the room and she motioned for Daryl to bend down, whispering into his ear in a rush, “We don’t have much time.. But I know who you are. And you’re not supposed ta be here, you’re supposed to grow up big and meet momma.”

Daryl swallowed hard as the reality of what was happening hit him like a speeding car. “That’s… I’m… We’re married?” he scoffed about it, a little more than shocked. For one thing, he didn’t really see himself married. For another, he didn’t see someone like her, marrying him.

… ain’t no way a woman like her gon’ marry trash like me… she looks like a fuckin angel… the thought came and Daryl found himself just staring at the blonde, watching the way she laughed, hugging what were apparently their kids. He looked from little girl to little girl and scratched his head, confused. She was there, and yet she stood right in front of him also.

… I gotta be dead, there ain’t no other explanation…

The little girl cleared her throat, making Daryl look at her again. “You gotta remember the name Evie. Cos that’s my momma and she loves you. You love her too.You gotta protect each other, okay? Promise me. Keep her away from a man named Shane.”

The little girl hugged him and Daryl, despite his not being a very affectionate guy, hugged the little girl back.  He couldn’t be the same man his own father had been, refusing to show any form of affection to his own kid.

As the scene around him began to fade away and the little girl began to fade, he asked her one more thing. “What if she don’t want the likes of me?”

“She will. Please, you… have to believe me…” the girl was gone, leaving Daryl standing alone in the darkness to puzzle over what he’d just witnessed.

“Hey, kid! Yo! You alive?” the voice kept repeating, poking and prodding. Daryl shrank away, throwing his arms up as a defense before finally opening his eyes and sitting up. He eyed the other teenage boy suspiciously, there was just something totally off about the guy, from the way he stared down at Daryl like he thought he was better or something to the way he held the hunting rifle over his shoulder.

“Shane, is he good? We need to get my daddy out here?” Another teenage male called from the distance.

The name that the little girl had given him came rushing back and Daryl sprang up to his feet, glaring up at the taller teenager. “ I’m good. Don’t need no goddamn help. From either of y’. Fuck off cos yer scarin off th’ deer I was chasin.”

Shane scoffed at the lanky kid, squaring up and Rick grumbled, moving to step between the two, fixing his gaze on his best friend. “Hey, Shane. Calm the hell down, buddy. Let’s just go… Leave this kid to it. He’s obviously fine, despite us findin’ him on the forest floor.”

Shane glared at Daryl and Daryl glared right back.

As the two teenagers wandered off, Daryl stood there scratching at his head, trying to process, remembering what the little girl dressed as a sugarplum fairy from his dream said in vivid detail.

He shook his head and turned away, taking the opposite direction in the forest, heading back for home…

That whole thing had to be a coincidence. Or a concussion, Daryl thought solemnly as he shook his head and wandered through the door of his father’s old trailer.

XXX

Evie eyed the biker bar and took a deep breath, steeling herself. The biggest step to being independent, to standing on her own two feet was a job. And she needed money. Shivering in the December wind, she made her way inside the bar, trying her best not to stare at any of the men present for too long as she made her way to the back, behind the bar.

One of them, a regular named Merle called out, “Hey! Sugartits! Give daddy a beer, yeah?”

“Dixon, I have a name.” one of the female bartenders called out with an annoyed look at the man. Evie tapped the bartender who’d just spoken on the shoulder.

“Hey, I’m… I’m real sorry to bother but I was supposed to be interviewin for a job?”

The brunette eyed her up and down and smirked, shoving a uniform at her. “You’ve got it, congratulations. Go on back and change, darlin because it’s about to get real hectic out here.”

Before Evie could ask where she needed to go, the brunette bartender had turned away and was pouring a round of shots for a local branch of Hell’s Angels, leaving Evie to her own devices. She hurried towards the general direction the other woman had bothered pointing in and in the process, she collided with a man wearing a sleeveless plaid shirt.

“Shit. I’m.. I’m sorry.” she stammered as the man turned, swearing and on the verge of snarling. Something in his eyes changed and he steadied her, staring at her a few long seconds, almost as if he’d seen a ghost.

“You new round these parts, hon?” the man asked and Evie managed to pull herself out of the depths of his eyes to nod. “I am, yeah.. Tonight’s my first night.”

He chuckled and my god, the sound. Deep and husky. Evie bit her lip and tried to focus anywhere but on his lips. But that lead her eyes straight to his biceps. She felt her cheeks heating up and she cleared her throat. “I don’t suppose you could tell me where a girl needs to go change, right?”

“Ladies room is down ‘at hall and to yer left.” the man stepped a little closer, almost as if to shield her when the group he was shooting pool with started to make little comments. He leaned in a little. “Ignore these fuckin assholes. I’ll keep my brother outta yer hair, he’s always had a thing for blondes and he’s the biggest asshole of us all.”

Evie could only nod… and of course stare like a complete idiot.

“Daryl, it’s yer shot, brother.” Merle staggered over, eyeing the blonde up and down and smirking as soon as he bothered to make eye contact. Evie gulped, backing further away from Merle and as a result, closer to Daryl.

“Merle, go on. Leave ‘er alone. Poor kid’s nervous enough without you runnin ‘er off.”

“What’s yer name, sugartits?”

“It’s Evie. Evie Grimes.”

“You new in town? I never seen you round these parts before.” Merle was inching closer. Daryl’s fists clenched at his side and his jaw tightened. “Goddamn it, Merle.”

“Shoot yer shot, brother.”

“Ain’t shootin shit til ya leave ‘er alone.” Daryl stood up straighter, eye level with his older brother and Merle chuckled, glancing from his brother to the blonde with the killer curves. “I see how it is. Well then, I’ll leave y’all to it.”

Evie let out a ragged breath and Daryl told her in a firm tone, “Best get movin, darlin. He’ll come back in about five seconds, he’s fuckin dumb like that.”

As Evie walked away, vanishing into the women’s room in back, Daryl let out a breath he’d been holding as a December afternoon years ago came flooding back. A dream about a little blonde girl in a sugarplum fairy costume her momma made for her and what she’d told Daryl during that dream.

He scoffed about it, chuckling to himself as he turned his attention back to the pool table.

It was just a coincidence, that was all.. It had to be.

XXX

Shane sat on the couch in his living room, watching the ball drop for New Years. The six pack he’d bought on his way in was long finished and the half a bottle of Jameson was on it’s way to being gone and all he wanted to do was drive to Atlanta and find her.

She had to miss him.

He missed her so much sometimes he almost couldn’t breathe.

… but it was yer own fault, you let ‘er go… you let ‘er think there wasn’t no future for y’all…

He stood and pocketed his keys. Maybe a drive would help clear his head. As he rode backroads and sobered up, all he kept thinking about was Evie and what she was doing in Atlanta. How much he missed her and how badly he messed it all up.

As he got closer to the interstate, rather than turning around and going back home, he kept going. By 2 am, he was sitting in the parking lot of the apartment complex she lived in. He saw a motorcycle zip past, stopping in front of her building. Evie got off the back of it, and Shane felt his stomach sink.

“Well. There went that, reckon.” he mumbled to himself, even though every part of him wanted to say something, let her know he was there and he was sorry.

The urge to do so took hold and before he could stop himself, he was getting out of his Bronco, hurrying towards the two.

“Hey! Evie, darlin.” he called out.

Evie tensed and bit her lip, eyes flitting between Daryl, who she’d just had a nice time with and considered a friend to Shane… Her ex. The one she’d hoped would be her happy ending. She sighed when she saw the look in his eyes because she knew then and there that Shane was only there to be all hot headed and cause chaos.

If he said he was sorry for anything, he wasn’t going to mean it. He hadn’t learned, hadn’t changed a damn thing.. And meeting Daryl had been a real eye opener for her in that she’d started to realize there were several varying degrees of love and sometimes, once you leave something behind in the past, it was best if it just stayed in the past.

“Shane, don’t. You need to leave.”

“I drove all a’ this way to see you, darlin.”

Daryl looked from Evie to the familiar looking dark haired man and the man glared right back at him before turning his attention back to Evie. “C’mon, hon.. Come home. You won’t have to do nothin, okay? I just… I need you.”

Evie swallowed hard. She’d been putting off driving that final nail in the coffin for a while now, but she was starting to see that the longer she just didn’t say anything about their relationship either way, the longer Shane would hold onto hope.

….just like he let you do for so long…. The thought came to her and she tilted her head, looking up at him. “We’re over, Shane. I can’t go back there with you and just pretend you won’t change your mind about us… About me… Every single time something better comes along. I’m not gonna spend my life waitin on you to grow up.”

“Evie, it ain’t like that.” Shane reached out for her and Daryl stood, moving closer, glaring at him as he stood taller and made it a point to put Evie behind him. He didn’t like the look of desperation in the man’s eyes. “She said it’s over. Have some fuckin respect for yerself and git.”

Shane eyed him dismissively. “Who the fuck are you?”

Daryl chuckled, “Gonna be yer worst fuckin nightmare if y’ don’t git gone like Evie here wants y’ to do.” as he stepped even more in front of Evie. He wasn’t sure why but something in the guy’s demeanor felt a little off. He could smell the alcohol on the guy and it made him think back to all the times his dad got out of the way with his mother just because he was drinking and she happened to be there. Evie was a close friend -and maybe he felt a little something more, so he wasn’t about to let her get hurt.

Evie looked from man to man and after a few seconds, she leaned against Daryl’s back and answered the question Shane asked.

“Daryl is my boyfriend, okay? Now will you please just go? Don’t keep at this, Shane. I’ve made up my mind.”

Shane felt like he’d been punched in the gut and he glanced at Evie, who was mostly hidden from his view by the other guy. “Darlin..”

“Go.”

“Get goin, man. She said she don’t want you startin nothin.” Daryl tensed, senses going into high alert as he squared up, ready and anticipating a fight.

Shane looked at them and shook his head, walking back towards his Bronco. “You get tired of playin house with that fuckin guy, just come home. I’ll be waitin.” - and even as he said it, he got this strong feeling that Evie wouldn’t be coming back to him. He got into the Bronco and drove away, the shock wearing off about halfway back to King County and becoming this overwhelming numbness instead.. Like someone who’d just lost a limb and wasn’t used to it yet.

He felt emptier now.

If he had to be alone, so be it. He’d go it alone. Because if he couldn’t have her back, he didn’t honestly want anyone.

Daryl turned to face Evie, staring down at her as he chuckled. “Yer man, huh? That really all you could come up with, darlin?”

Evie swallowed hard, her heart about to beat right out of her chest. Before she could stop herself, it was all pouring out. She stepped closer, her arms going around his neck as she pulled him down to her level, mumbling into his mouth, “Maybe that’s all I wanted to come up with, Daryl. What’s so wrong with that, huh?”

Daryl’s hands slowly moved down from her hips to her ass, fingertips digging into her jeans as he pulled her even closer, bringing her mouth into the kiss deeper answering quietly, “Nothin, darlin. Nothin at all. Just shocked I guess.”

“Happy New Year, Daryl.”

“Happy New Year, darlin.”

After a few more lingering kisses, Daryl nodded towards her apartment building and gave a smirk. “Wouldn’t be yer man if I didn’t walk y��� up.” he held out his arm to her and Evie slipped her arm through his, smiling up at him. “You still wanna go ridin again tomorrow? I really like ridin the motorcycle with you.”

“Anytime you wanna, hon.” Daryl answered, giving her a teasing wink as they walked up the stairs leading to her floor…

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon oneshot #daryl dixon fic #// okay so I think this goes into their non apocalypse thing but idk... #either way I really enjoyed writing it.

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